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Erin Suurkoivu Oct 2020
birds of a feather
no one has put

two and two
together

daisies gone
Occam’s razor

and he
our common denominator

no monsters under his bed
but in it

scars ripped open
I thought had healed

hurt to heal
heal to hurt

words I had never spoken
out loud before

hot lava
righteous anger

memory loss &
found negatives

was that a kindness?
to ply me with alcohol so that I wouldn't remember?

two weeks
no sleep no eat

hurt to heal
heal to hurt

a new hurt
to contend with

suddenly ghosted
back in the dark

like all dark
eating away at light

till only the stars remain
maybe signalling

to one another
I see you, I see

you, I
see
Lieke Sep 2020
one day I will be oh-
so tall and with my gathered tears
i will build a water wall
nor paddle nor wind for I
will be flying
with a cast of all those with prisoner tongues marching behind me.
Lieke Sep 2020
He told me we were hanging out with a group
but he came up to my door alone
said the others couldn’t make it.

I said okay and we went to the moonlight playground
as he poured ***** down my throat.
my body was urging the poison back out
as I cried. I ran and I sprinted
but the fence seemed enclosing
I was stuck in a nightmare all I had were the stars.

after that night I didn’t like stars as much.
alone I lay there in the wet brown grass
rain joining my teardrops I couldn’t see
I couldn’t scream. When I thought it was over
people started looking at me. they thought
I was the ***** and he just hit it and quit it.

Haunted by a vampire
draining truth down my throat
I lost all pieces of myself
offering my roaring willpower to him

the sweat of his touch infiltrates
my defenceless skin
but I didn’t scream
his ****** hands dragging as if I were *** on wheels.

and one day I will be oh-
so tall and with my gathered tears
i will build a water wall
nor paddle nor wind for I
will be flying
with a cast of all those with prisoner tongues marching behind me.
1 Oct, 2020
Saga Sep 2020
A wicked presence lurking in the darkness
don’t look back, you’ll turn to stone

Fangs disguised as a smile
A look that brings chills to your bone

A fire is burning within you
Your body unable to move

He offers you wine you take it
The last thing that you’ll ever do

You wade through a sea of thorned roses
They rip you, they tear but you simply don’t care

You sink through the earth, and into a dream
No not a dream, it’s a nightmare

Now this is the part where you cease to be you
You become but a shadow a shell

for the demon has claimed what he though to be his
I fear he will take me as well
Saga Sep 2020
The echo of footsteps in a concrete tunnel.
At the end there’s a yellow light.
Flies swarming to the yellow light, bright.

But in here it’s dark, dark and humid.
The humidity of her breath forming clouds over her head.
In the end of the tunnel you can see the clouds with your eyes but in here all she can see are eyes.
Eyes watching, she’s watching them.

In the end of the tunnel there’s only a smile.
A smile piercing and cutting.
There are others there but they are blind.
Blinded zombies staring at the concrete wall.

They’re alone in the crowd, her and the smile.
She turns back through the concrete tunnel.
Roro Sep 2020
You gazed at the endless field of flowers
Stalking and scanning them by the hour.
So, you plucked one to keep in your room
Now this one awaits their doom.
.
.

;
Nada Aug 2020
my ‘No’ was my lock
and the key was mine
but you became a thief
by stealing the keys
violently breaking in
and taking my peace
Kj Jun 2020
I was fifteen
when I said no
but a hand pressed against the back of my neck
as tears ran down my face  
he said "if you loved me you'd do it.
you wouldn't be crying
"
and he took what he wanted anyways.
I wish I'd known better;
I wish I'd told my mother.

I was seventeen
Dating the only boy I've ever  I loved
when his fingers grazed my neck
and I cried
and apologized because
I couldn't explain why.
I couldn't tell my mother.

I was twenty one
when I finally realized what happened to me
wasn't the way it was supposed to be
and I lost something I didn't know I had
that I'd never know why;
that I should've listened to my mother

I was twenty three
when he returned
with the audacity to ask if I wanted to hook up
I wish I'd had the courage to say something
to tell him what he did wasn't fair
that I should've known better,
that he should've been better;
that I wish I'd listened to my mother.
I was left...
Like...
A gift to be unwrapped...
By wandering eyes...
A specimen on a slide...
Under a microscope...
Examined.
Studied and defined.
Known.
Every inch of me...
Nothing sacred nor anything hidden...
Opened.
Experimented on...
Changed into something I am not.
Altered.
Not my own...
By my own...
But now owned...
By  strangers..
With...wandering eyes.
A species that I now identify
With and as...
From and because of...
For the cause...
Unknown cycles remain unbroken...
And...
Continue to grow...into...
Splitting images...of carbon copies....
Until it's the right size for rage...
And.
Thin lines of demarcation are drawn in the sand...
Inciting double dogged dares of spiritual warfare...
And war wears down the soul...
Not unto death...
But repair...
So that the poison dries and withers away like the chaff in the wind...
And wandering eyes are left...
To wander again.
~Say Dat~
April 2020
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