His hand prints in my blood
on my arms
from holding me down
as i bled
all he said was this:
'dont worry,
i wont kill you
ill just leave you
with my memory'
He grabbed my throat
as i gasped
my air quickly failing
his grip strong
His hands gripped my arms
as he took control of me
His body constricted my throat
as he took control of me
His lips jabbed into my mouth
as he took control of me
His words will always last
because he took control of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wasnt expecting that! Some of the best works come from the deep dark holes that our memory refuses to forget. Well written.