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Let You GoLet You Go
I was surprised when I first saw you,
Your mouth was a rigid line,
Stretched tight across your delicate face,
Where beauty and beast intertwine.
I knew why I had come to you,
And my defences were prepared,
But as soon as I stood before you,
I felt crippled and impaired.
I had planned what I needed to say,
But I couldn't make a sound,
The words disappeared behind my teeth,
And left my quick tongue bound.
They danced inside my head,
Screaming to let them out,
As I looked into your eyes,
They dissolved into nothing but doubt.
What was there to say,
To one such as you?
I needed you to see my anger,
But I couldn't follow through.
I was too afraid to ask,
But I still need to know,
If you ever cared for me,
Why did you let me go?
My mind teased and scorned me,
Reminding me of what I felt,
My heart was lonely and sore,
Black and blue like a swollen welt.
My lips trembled beneath the pressure,
But the words in my mouth were numb,
Standing right in front of you,
I became blind, deaf a
Diary of unborn childGreetings mom
I'm your baby. You still don't know me, I'm few weeks old. You shall meet me very soon, I'm promising you. Just to tell you - I'm girl and I have blue eyes and brown hair. Well, not now, but I will have them when I grow up. I want to be doctor and you will support me, no? I love you mom.
Mom, you was so happy today. You told everyone about me. You have sweet smile. But daddy...he looks angry. Why mom? He don't love me? And he punched you. I felt when you fell on floor, hugging me. I'm OK, but you? Why he done that?!?
You now can see me. Your womb grew big and I can feel that you are proud of me. You today walked trough city with your mom, buying me clothes and you looked so excited. You sang to me, you have beautiful voice. Even when you talked to me, I felt safe. HAHA you are tickling me!
Today, dad arrived and punched you once again. He told you that you must do abortion. But what means "abortion"? Why he do
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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