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Mar 15
Tied around me hands binded,
Ecstasy and soul merging
Merging into tightness
Tightness there like the fear of insanity
It wont let go, they wont let go
Please let go

On the floor of a box inside my mental ward of fear
I liked being lusted but this scares me dear
Out from breast and neck flows red
And im convincing myself im a flower gently opened,
But u maul flesh with no token yet
Lungless u hold the red rope
Please let go

U love me dont u love me u must if u hurt me?
Enclosured no exposure to the truth
Selfishly u took all my youth
Even moonlight cant brighten you
My organs are all over its glow
Orange and salt and red rope and you
Oh may this rope frey!
Am i at fault for being ur prey?


I am free
Am i free? The box is now gone
And now the orange is also gone!
But flesh no longer mingles with its own blood
Its red rope and poison
All covered up
Poem on abuse and manipulation and its effects on a person.
Denisa
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Denisa  17/Non-binary
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   Thomas W Case
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