Tender, tentative steps…
Unsure, short breaths coming as gasps…
She looks around…
She is born…
Time had wasted her…
Flushed her down the gutters
Like unwanted furniture…
And, darkness, her friend had found her…
Screams. Kicks. Bloody lips. Silence…
As, another spirit was broken
And, the wild west was perhaps tamed…
While, she waited to fight another day
She kept no count…
The endless procession of ageless rhythm
Meaningless passion and spewing hate
And, the fire inside keeps the ice outside from melting…
She waited for no knight…
Or, a fairytale police officer…
She did not expect a life
Just survive…
Then, life came calling…
Like the least desired always seems to happen
A primordial stirring, from some ink-black darkness
Deep within her womb
The silence shattered…
And, the imprisoned tigress woke up…
And, the fire, kept the life warm
While, she fought and felt born again…
But, life comes with a price tag…
In the dark alleys of civilization
And there were…Screams. Blood. Silence…
And, this time it wrapped her in an eternal veil.
10 comments:
Beautifully horrifying. Keep up the good work ^_^
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Honeybee, why comment if yo aren't going to say anything? :P
its disturbing...its gruesome...but..its too real...its...i donno whether i should call it a good work.....its darkness put together,naked, but graceful...keep writing
when words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain...
ritz knows the scream of the void.
its painful, this silence
Hmm, well said, Honeybee.:) This poem actually reminds me one of my last ones, which you have already commented on, Ritayan: "And there were...Screams. Blood. Silence...And, this time, it wrapped her in an eternal veil."
Your words in Silent Screams are similar to mine in The Last Song, and that makes me feel as if my writing may be improving. Be proud of your work, Ritayan; it is inspiring!
sounds real.
i like the Gothic feel of this. and the transitional phases of a modern woman from the listlessness of everyday survival to the awakening of the 'tigress' inside. and also the death to give birth to new life, so inevitable.
A gritty poem and the opposite side to that is reality and hope.
On the flipside found it a tad bit too long..but then that's just me i guess.
its real. and it is beautiful. keep writing. nice work. :D
ciao!
one of your best works ...this is truly amazing!!!
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