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from her womb like a canker sore (semi-explicit)
by Rachelle Howe
You can't forget.
My head swims illustriously,
even as the sentences flow like an invalid.
My dyslexia is getting the best of me,
even while my fingers fumble with the backward keys.
S's look so much like two's in the
pale light, these eyes like holes.
They burn into me, and I am
fumbling through the dark.
I've had a guardian for as long
as i can remember, even now,
her wings are broken and subtle.
You can't forget.
My head swims illustriously,
and I am shaken by the
visions of sex and the feel of an orgasm.
It's warm. She's warm. Those crevasses,
those thighs that wrap around my head.
But I can't forget
the screaming
the weight
the feel of him
bearing into me
the feel of
rape
and knowing that tonight
that feel is upon someone else like a vulture.
and I hate myself
because she's not savable
and I hate myself
because God is deaf.
09/13/2003 Author's Note: a dear friend of mine was raped last night, and... i want to weep for her, but all i can do is write.
oh, and thanks for the thought, max. i took your advice.
Posted on 09/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 09/14/03 at 06:47 AM this is extremely powerful and very, very sad. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/16/03 at 12:10 AM my dear this poem is a treasure, it is angry and sad and conveys so much thought and emotion I just had to read it over and over...i hope your friend begins to heal from this tradegy and i'm happy she has you to lead her there.... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/16/03 at 10:09 PM This is a very powerful and articulate verse. Your emotions are quite genuine and strong. The only suggestion I can make is to get rid of the "(seemingly)" before "deaf." It breaks the flow and you've already committed to the concept... let go of the inhibition. |
| Posted by Aaron Howard on 09/17/03 at 12:23 AM Awesome piece... as I've found in my life.. it's better to write than cry.. tears dry, Words lie.. on the paper waiting...always hating...Biding the time to be uncovered and discovered... thanks for taking the time...and what goes around comes around when it comes to crime.. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/17/03 at 12:35 AM Oh, dear God. This is gripping, painful. |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/18/03 at 02:39 AM beautifully written in the extent of such a horrible occurence |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/01/11 at 07:47 PM This poem absolutely grabs me, speaks to me and then shakes me for good measure. I'm sorry for your friend, and hopefully you'll share this piece with her to give her some peace. |
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