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**I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, trembling and**      flash [I'm huddled in the                 kitchen corner, she's                 advancing on me, blocking                 every way of escape] **wishing I could be ok again, wishing I wasn't damaged beyond**      flash [I'm on the                 stairs, crouched over so                 she can't reach my                 stomach because I'm already                 crying hard enough to almost                 be throwing up, gagging                 around screams] **any kind of repair that I can foresee, praying that**      flash [I'm curled on my bed like                 a foetus, I ran away until                 there was no further                 to run and still                 she followed me. Hit                 my back, it hurts                 the least there] **the terror will pass, and I won't have to remember**      flash [I'm thinking desperately                 around the thumps of                 knuckles on flesh and the screams                 I can't contain that next time I                 will hit back I won't                 be frozen in place, wishing                 bitterly I wasn't shamelessly                 lying to myself] this.      flash [I can't breathe.]
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
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**I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, trembling and**      flash [I'm huddled in the                 kitchen corner, she's                 advancing on me, blocking                 every way of escape] **wishing I could be ok again, wishing I wasn't damaged beyond**      flash [I'm on the                 stairs, crouched over so                 she can't reach my                 stomach because I'm already                 crying hard enough to almost                 be throwing up, gagging                 around screams] **any kind of repair that I can foresee, praying that**      flash [I'm curled on my bed like                 a foetus, I ran away until                 there was no further                 to run and still                 she followed me. Hit                 my back, it hurts                 the least there] **the terror will pass, and I won't have to remember**      flash [I'm thinking desperately                 around the thumps of                 knuckles on flesh and the screams                 I can't contain that next time I                 will hit back I won't                 be frozen in place, wishing                 bitterly I wasn't shamelessly                 lying to myself] this.      flash [I can't breathe.]
December 14, 2014    panic attack.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
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