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Jan 2021 · 225
Adoration (Tw for abuse)
Sato Jan 2021
Oh how I adore them
Their piercing eyes
Stare deep
Into me
Their hands cover my ears
So that I might see their beauty
Oh how I adore them
When they crush the lungs
Of those who love them
Stepping on them like a knife into cake,
Cutting into the veins of those who hate them,
Swallowing every last drop that comes out
Oh how I adore them
When they discipline me for getting lost,
When they smother me for glancing away from them
They’re all I desire
Oh how I adore them
They’ve taken every last drop
But they need it the most
Cover my ears, dear
Cover my eyes, love
Slit my wrists,
Make me black and blue,
Fill me with your hatred,
Make me want none but you
For if I leave I have nothing
Oh how I adore you
For devouring my love,
My compassion,
And drinking my innocence
Make me your shadow
That all who see me only see you
Make me your bride
Jan 2021 · 178
The Clock
Sato Jan 2021
The clock stops
I clamber inside to fix it
A cog in the machine is broken
A long rope,
Becomes short as I tug on it
I can’t reach the broken cog
The severed piece of rope falls onto the floor
A hand,
Tightened around a knife
What cut the rope?
Is someone else here?
But it’s me.
I can’t reach the cog
The rope was cut before I could
The hand won’t let go
And now the knife is pressed against my chest
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Against my lungs
My breathe ever faster
Who else is here?
Why are they doing this?
But it’s me.
The knife is taken from my lungs
Only a small scar shows what happened
I hear the clock start ticking,
But the cog is still broken
And I can’t reach it
I’m dragged outside
The clock isn’t moving,
But I still hear that dreadful ticking
I hear the people around me
My ears deceive me
No one’s here
It’s just me.
The hand still bears the knife
But in the other,
The frayed rope is held
It’s put around my neck
My lungs can’t catch any air
I hear laughing from those around me
Who’s doing this?
Why won’t anyone help me?
But it’s just me.
Tell me what you think, I'm still pretty new to poetry so feel to give criticism :)
Jan 2021 · 1.2k
Bandage
Sato Jan 2021
Age five I never tripped
Never got hurt
No bone broken
They gave me bandages anyway
I could see their bandages
Underneath every shirt
Tik tik tik
Age 10 a knife was stuck into my chest
Drip
Drip
Drip
But no one else saw the blood
Only the knife through my lungs
I couldn’t breathe
They gave me a bandage and told me
That’s life
I could see theirs bandaged chests
There was no blood on them
Tik tik tik
Age twelve I went outside
My pockets filled with spare bandages
Had to be prepared for the cuts to bleed through
A man I had never seen before told me
You don’t need those bandages anymore
He ripped off the cloth covering my scrapes
Only a bead of blood trickled out
I didn’t know why he did it
Tik tik tik
I see him again
He tells me
You don’t need those bandages anymore
I take them off
The **** on my chest
Still bleeding profusely
A small cut near my thigh
Drip
Drip
Drip
His own blood stained bandages covered his eyes
His body sticky from the blood the wound caused
I think he needs a doctor
Tik tik tik
I see him
Again
Again
Again
I bandage myself more
Only to rip it off when I see him
Drip
Drip
Drip
My chest is soaked
I think I need a doctor
Tik tik tik
Age fifteen I hadn’t seen him in years
But he was there when anyone spoke
Too many bandages
Not enough space
Too much blood
Drip
Drip
Drip
Tik tik tik
In two months time I saw a man I had known for many years
You need another bandage. I can see your cuts
I think his eyes are damaged
I can see the blood coming through
I think he needs a doctor

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