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They usually come at night When fighting the battle of sleep I recall the window, green and purple blankets and sheets I am a walking video tape Broken VCR rewinds Without being touched, my brain is the television on which it repeats Classroom desk, The Color Purple, Letter one; repeat 2:00, surprised, they usually come nighttime Video cassette jostled in its compartment, forcibly rewinding No, please let me go to sleep The thoughts take my limbs and bind them to my sides, wishing for the refuge of sheets How I want to burn those sheets Maybe the tape would no longer repeat Take the memories and unfasten them from my mind. It was never at night No sneaking into bedrooms, sleep wasn’t any harder than usual, only rewinding When we were home alone, rewinding Inside those sheets I wonder if he could still sleep Does the repetition Haunt him at night? These memories belong in boxes sealed in ***** basements like ****** up Christmas presents not meant to be opened, tightly wrapped Red ribbon on the spool, rewound like the film tucked away in a cellar without lights, dark as midnight Upstairs, I am safe, a breeze from the open window blows sheets of watercolor paper sprawled on the table with repeating brush strokes. The chair next to the window is a fine place to take a nap. Here, ill recordings do not interrupt my slumber Bandage I’ve read that victims will often put themselves in situations that repeat the traumatic event. Time is the one thing I cannot rewind. I sit in a room of strangers filling out sheets about healthy coping mechanisms. I think of my hard-bedded room; on the wall there is a nightlight But still. Some nights, it’s on repeat. The boxes open while I sleep. Some nights my head is still a video tape They creep up the stairs and into my sheets when I’m not looking. Like tiny spiders that know how to push the << button.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
A Sestina about PTSD
They usually come at night When fighting the battle of sleep I recall the window, green and purple blankets and sheets I am a walking video tape Broken VCR rewinds Without being touched, my brain is the television on which it repeats Classroom desk, The Color Purple, Letter one; repeat 2:00, surprised, they usually come nighttime Video cassette jostled in its compartment, forcibly rewinding No, please let me go to sleep The thoughts take my limbs and bind them to my sides, wishing for the refuge of sheets How I want to burn those sheets Maybe the tape would no longer repeat Take the memories and unfasten them from my mind. It was never at night No sneaking into bedrooms, sleep wasn’t any harder than usual, only rewinding When we were home alone, rewinding Inside those sheets I wonder if he could still sleep Does the repetition Haunt him at night? These memories belong in boxes sealed in ***** basements like ****** up Christmas presents not meant to be opened, tightly wrapped Red ribbon on the spool, rewound like the film tucked away in a cellar without lights, dark as midnight Upstairs, I am safe, a breeze from the open window blows sheets of watercolor paper sprawled on the table with repeating brush strokes. The chair next to the window is a fine place to take a nap. Here, ill recordings do not interrupt my slumber Bandage I’ve read that victims will often put themselves in situations that repeat the traumatic event. Time is the one thing I cannot rewind. I sit in a room of strangers filling out sheets about healthy coping mechanisms. I think of my hard-bedded room; on the wall there is a nightlight But still. Some nights, it’s on repeat. The boxes open while I sleep. Some nights my head is still a video tape They creep up the stairs and into my sheets when I’m not looking. Like tiny spiders that know how to push the << button.
A sestina is a form of poetry that uses the same six end words (words at the end of the line) in different order throughout the poem. Heres the pattern: Stanza 1: 123456 Stanza 2: 615243 Stanza 3: 364125 Stanza 4: 532614 Stanza 5: 451362 Stanza 6: 246531 Stanza 7 (the envoi): contains all six words. My words: 1- Night 2- sleep 3- sheets 4- tape 5- rewind 6- repeat
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
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