Silence--
A word I thought was suggestive
A word to describe the CHOICE of not speaking
A word that meant peace of mind
Not one that could be forced upon me
Suck the air our of my lungs
Burn my vocal cords
Bite my tongue
Stop my heartbeat.
Only silence.
The day it happened,
His mother gave me a kind smile,
Told me I looked pretty in my plaid dress,
Announced he was lucky to know a girl like me.
His father smiled at me
Offered out a blessed greeting.
His dog begged for my attention,
His cat careless of my presence,
His house welcoming and bright.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
I found myself whimpering,
Fighting back,
Scratching and clawing.
One hand around my throat,
His other holding my chest down.
He used words like "slut" and "whore",
Told me I was worthless,
To never tell a soul.
My eyes stung, and my heart raced,
Beating to the rhythm of an unknown tempo.
The silence grew like ivy,
Wrapping itself around my vocal words,
Taking away the thoughts of speaking out.
The ivy appeared white,
Looking pure and innocent on the outside.
If you were to flip it over,
Remove it vine by vine,
You could see the pitch black coloring.
The ivy grew like wildfire,
Crushing my vocal cords
In the process.
I could be like some women,
Weak and frail,
And romanticize the thought of savior,
The thought of being saved
By a knight in shining armor,
But I do not wish
To play the victim.
All I wish
Is for my voice to be heard,
To rise above the rest
Like a phoenix from the ashes.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PuisiI always come up with stories, but I cannot elaborate on them. I can't even finish a two page short story, so I write one page little bitty made up scenarios. I just want to be able to share them with people who appreciate the writing.
