Tammi Tomlinson

Rookie (20 November 1992 / Dundee Scotland)

You. - Poem by Tammi Tomlinson

*You have to imagine you are in this. You are experiencing everything I write to fully comprehend the situation*

You.
You are in a room.
Four walls.
A ceiling and a floor.
You don't know how you came to be in this room.
You remember nothing from the night before.
Stand up.
Go on, go ahead and stand up.
There now.
See that wasn't so hard now was it.
You're head spins as you stand.
Knees shaking and stomach churning.
You have a headache don't you my love.
You turn on the spot as you hear a voice on your left.
Someone you used to know and trust.
Someone you once considered your best friend.
Ask them why your here.
Ask them what is going on.
Ask them what happened.
Go on.
They laugh and shrug.
Stepping toward you.
You begin to feel uneasy.
Back away quickly to the wall.
They advance with a larger stride.
Your breathing quickens, pulse races.
You start sweating and searching for a way out of this tiny claustrophobic room.
Press yourself against the wall as tight as you can.
You see them start smiling.
Their mouth spreading to an almost sadistic grimace.
They are right in front of you now.
Pressing their face against yours.
You smell their breath.
You can practically taste their maniacal laughter.
Close your eyes my love.
Your about to feel pain.
You hit the floor holding your bleeding head.
Look up to see a wrench coming at your face.
Quickly, hands up, defend yourself!
But it's too late.
They hit you repeatedly.
Until the skin of your face just, peels off.
That's what happens when you trust the wrong people my love.
Didn't I warn you?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Spur of the moment one to be honest. I imagined this and wrote as it occured.

Comments about You. by Tammi Tomlinson

  • Sandy Player (3/6/2013 1:38:00 AM)


    Wow :)
    You make us anticipate the next things before we hear them. my love, gave me chills; mental sadism.
    That was fun to do; all that imagining but I know you have a serious point about trust and abuse so well done; it was a good way of ramming your point home.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013



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