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A story in poem form. My first one using this style. |
The rubber band slaps against the skin.. over and over Fast... Fast... Fast.. Slow... Slow.. again and again It fills the empty spaces that luck within the hollow room He looks at her across the room, wants to tell her to stop But his lips, they cannot form the words His stomach twists, wiggles like a worm He wants to scream... to tell her he too is in pain But she averts her eyes to the tile in the floor, she studies the lines but they blur Her wrists, they have turned blue He senses an absence that has been growing over time He wants to scream, he wants to tell her it doesn't stop the pain ... Brings his knees to his chest He too has gone crazy The pace has changed, it remains a steady rhythem Fast... Fast... Fast... She draws the band back, it streches extra far; she watches as it strikes skin, she doesn't flinch The memories, they haunt him, the words once whispered chases after him bandandskin... bandandskin... overandover... overandover.. It's now overwhelming, the volume has grown too loud He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath His heart rate rises, nothing can quell the raging pace heartrate... pace heartrate... pace it plays on and on, the noise never leaves He draws breath in his teeth clench, he tires to hold it back but it escapes "Stop!" He screams. "Don't you ever stop?!" His answer is silence... It echoes through the room The chair across the room sits, unoccupied, dust clouds a window that once welcomed sunlight, torn curtains stir in the slight current of air She is no longer there, for she is gone All that remains are the scars that are now his... |