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Alicia Moore Jan 7
She carries bruises in her grasp,
Like a plague she cannot unclasp.

The bruises hurt as much as heartbreak;
A piercing bite        
from a              
venomously
seductive      
snake.
ju Jan 4
I’ll walk clifftop.

Watch the sunrise fractured by a hundred different puddles, made whole again by the sea.

I’ll bleed peace and spill calm over ground that should’ve been cared for by now, and I’ll draw maps of the old season in battleship blue and a half-healed ****** crimson.

I’ll love them: Today they are mine.
Tonight I’ll give them away, and I’ll love them more.

I’ll walk clifftop.

I’ll pause. Watch the sunset rain copper-coins into a rolling-smoke sea, and I’ll miss him.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇,
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
How can one be so inlove with a woman whom belongs to another? Love is strange afterall
Nuala Nov 2020
Can you hear me, can you feel me?
You can feel me
purple spiderwebs mark my *******
proving that you can
so if you can feel me why can't you hear me
i think i said no
i said no
but you're invading me still
unwelcomed visitor.
I closed the door and you don't have a key.
but you don't require one, do you
you have a lockpick. a lockpick on each finger.
the skeleton key on your tongue.
Diksha Prashar Nov 2020
I picked the pieces
Put it back together,
Dragged the burden,
For sake of
What we had together?

Then why? Oh why?
Your love turned selfish,
Leaving me behind,
So you can flourish

Easy to throw away
The memories weaved
Past, present and future seed

Then why? Oh why?
Your love turned selfish,
Leaving this pigeon hole,
For mansion behold

Whispers of sweet nothings
An acidic reminder,
A betrayal painted,
With no remembrance

Bruises I cleared
Promises sweared,
Python to my eternal ores

Then why? Oh why?
Your loved turned selfish
When I’m carrying
A piece of you and me
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Tylor Nov 2020
I never believed in happy endings
My life was insipid until I met you
I first slept by the ocean under the stars with you
Once tangled in blue, I am now tangled with you

You filled the cracks in my skin with vibrant colours
And healed all my bruises with a simple touch
With you, my life is full of surprises and wonders
I am so full of love now, there's no space for any hatred or grudge
Yachika Sharma Oct 2020
I think nobody understands the pain,
of living with constant fear.
I am tired of seeing women oppressed,
being hit, only bruises to show.
It is not okay to seal her lips then question,
why she took time to come out.
I will lose it if someone says that home
is where I'll be safe, oh I am not.
She is not, She is not, Oh she is not,
she is not, she is not, Oh I am not.
alexis Oct 2020
the gentle hands that wrap around my throat,
the decorative jewels of bruises,
the pale flesh that inspired poetry,
kissed by the silver blade
as i kneel in the scaffold
29 octobre 2020
06:33 am
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
it’s been years, and I still scream
halfway through the night.

I still wake up drenched in sweat and tears,
feeling his grip around my wrist.

when I take a shower,  I find myself
still trying to scrub him off me.
I’m still trying to erase the
cigarette burn on my right hand,
the one he gave me when
he was drunk and angry.

sometimes, I scrub my skin until I bleed. not intentionally, of course.
I don’t want to hurt myself.
I’ve hurt myself enough over the years,
and I have the scars to prove it.

all I want is to scrub him off of me.
I want to feel clean again.

but no matter how raw I scrub myself,
the fingerprints and bruises still linger.
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