Saturday, April 24, 2010
My Afflicter©
His words penetrated my body
Causing bruises to split open yet again
Blood gushing like knife to a neck
he rants, walking madly throughout the house
Cursing his Jamaican language
The more I became numb
The more he got turned on
He grabs my throat, demanding me to speak
Or forever hold my piece
He started kissing me intensely
Even that hurt immensely
The way his tongue
Made love to my wounded body
Like paint to canvases
But that hatred love
That you can feel down to the core
For his bitter ego he wanted more
He wanted more of what I couldn't give
He battered my face mentally
Cuz he’s the only one who causes affliction
To the inflicted
Not realizing he’s conflicted
From past fears eating him out
Deciphering my next move, but he's one step ahead
When it's all said and done
I might be the one end up dead
I'm stuck with this never ending affliction
That is manipulated by mysteries
We marinated in each others sadness
Then made love without eagerness
We are the afflicter and the afflicted
2 comments:
An interesting piece no doubt.....The afflicter and the afflicted.....Violence and shared anguish. The symbiotic relationship between perpetrator and victim.
Incredible prose. Painted a vivid emotional picture. Extremely.
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