Recluse in Retreat

Avatar Author: Tyrannical TeaCup [Indefinitely under construction.] Read Bio

I’m afraid to write,
scared that my past would spill
into lead that this pencil carries.
Frightened that these words would
only spell out every day that I’ve lived wrong.

Why won’t Momma come back,
my heartbeat had once resounded
in her belly. Doesn’t she realize that
I need her?

Heavy hangs these clothes,
this body weighed down by
my neck hanging on a string.

I wonder where I will be tomorrow.

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  1. Avatar K-Jellybean

    So few words do nothing to stifle the screaming I can hear. This poem speaks so loud. 5 pencils.

  2. Avatar Silven

    Simple and vivid. Nothing less than excellent, as usual.

  3. Avatar Revenant

    Wow.

    This piece really did effect me. Great job, twin.

  4. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    That was sad. Neat job focusing more on the emotion, heaviness and sadness while only giving those few lines about the cause.

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