What becomes of the child whose screams dissolve into silence?
With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.
Clammy hands,
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.
With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.
H, buried beneath their ignorance
A quiet, devastating lyric poem about a boy witnessing the moment his family began to fall apart. Christmas Eve brings not comfort, but the first tremor of lifelong grief.
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He gave me what my father never could—then tore it away in the night. Beneath his caress, bruises bloomed. His words bewitched the ghosts of my heart. In his embrace, I withered, unseen by the world.
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A brutal meditation on inherited trauma, this poem uses visceral natural imagery to portray a family choked by its own roots, where no light reaches, no healing takes and love rots on the vine.
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Beneath the moon’s deceitful glow, love coils around its prey — a dark waltz between devotion and the knife.
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A volatile dance between love and control, this poem traces a kiss that shackled more than the body. Blinded by a lover’s charm and diseased spirit, the speaker falls into submission, where even affection carries the weight of a weapon.
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A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.
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A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”
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Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.
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He believed in beauty. He trusted honeyed words. But the devil danced too close—and a naïve boy burned under his kiss.
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