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perfect peace; raped subconscious

by Rachelle Howe

her life was outlined in scars,
those pretties which smiled
that toothy grin and said,
"come with me, i will
open the doors of tomorrow,
the nights in which you
writhe and bend and perish,
the promises of what will
never come for you will
never come you will..."
and i drifted into the slumber of
someone never tainted,
the dreams on the backs of wishful thinking.
absorbing your secrets,
i delved into the subconscious of my will,
along the lines of whether or not
i would see your rapist down. but
either way,
i wandered along the tantalizing whispers
in which you promised me perfect peace,
in the folds of which i denied your absence.

06/24/2007

Posted on 06/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristi Paik on 11/13/07 at 08:31 PM

Perfect Peace...irony if ive ever read it. I liked this line alot"...you promised me perfect peace, in the folds of which i denied your absence." Awesome line. Congrats on having that badass poem as poem of the day!

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