Your body still remembers
The confusion
The liquid
Seeping pain
Filling you up
To the brim
You must learn to
Clench you fists
And hit
When needed
Dont put the thumb inside
Your fist
You might break it
And your ears will ring
As the white noise
From your grandpas
Old TV when you'd click
The wrong button
Gone
Both the TV and him
How is it possible
That somewhere in the past
That does not exist anymore
And canot be replayed or
Accessed, but that affects
The present and who knows
Maybe the future
He raised his hand to hit
His wife and his mouth
Formed the shape of ugly
Words
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
Your body still remembers
The confusion
The liquid
Seeping pain
Filling you up
To the brim
You must learn to
Clench you fists
And hit
When needed
Dont put the thumb inside
Your fist
You might break it
And your ears will ring
As the white noise
From your grandpas
Old TV when you'd click
The wrong button
Gone
Both the TV and him
How is it possible
That somewhere in the past
That does not exist anymore
And canot be replayed or
Accessed, but that affects
The present and who knows
Maybe the future
He raised his hand to hit
His wife and his mouth
Formed the shape of ugly
Words
A poem
