Flinches
One touch, an uncomfortable sensation
Two touches, moving swiftly away
Three touches, begining to panic
Four touches, the flashbacks begin
When the only touches one has received
Were from the hands of abuse and assault
And the very notion of being touched
Associated with violence, anger, and selfishness
Will I ever be able to open up to love?
Will I ever be able to unlearn years of trauma?
Will I ever be able to feel my fantasies?
Will I ever be able to forget the horrors?
Their faces all flashing through my mind
Like reels on an old video player
One of them leading to the next
Enough to fill the whole slideshow
The times where the privilege of my body
Was robbed by men, simply because they were stronger
Stained into my mind, anger and sadness
Wanting revenge, or wanting to erase it all forever
These flinches are what have killed my soul
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
