I don’t think I’ve ever published one of my poems here (actually, that’s a lie. I “published” one.). I don’t usually feel the need to share things so private. I’ve always felt that poetry is intimate. The word
play choice that goes into it can be extremely personal. And most of my poems are privately owned; but for once, I felt like sharing. (And, yes, I am still alive!)
Physically burnt & mentally abused
Purely abashed; every moment suffering
I am spinning
I am falling & running
Aching sides, elevated heart rate
Gasping breaths that lack the required amount of oxygen to survive.
And so I stop
Give in and let him take me
Or, is it heaven??
It’s hard to tell when the line between pleasure and pain is so convoluted..