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
He was the first to offer me to darkness, wrapped in the tongue of devils and clothed in unsung beauty. The saints looked away as demons drank deeply, while false freedom spoke in poisoned hymns. I vanished into echoes—faith shattered, innocence devoured.
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A haunting letter written into silence, this prose poem mourns a father’s absence across years of abuse, shame and longing. Each memory aches with the weight of what wasn’t said, and what wasn’t stopped.
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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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Trapped in a corridor of hallucinations and horrors, a haunted soul questions reality, memory, and the mind's last scream.
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I laid all my bets on men I hadn’t met; strangers on the street, and hoped they wouldn’t cheat. This poignant lyric poem captures the aching contradiction of longing for love after being emotionally ravaged by it.
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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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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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Tearful eyes searched the horizon for a mistake that never existed. Love was replaced, dreams scattered, and a heart ensnared by silence and cold retreat.
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