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Your words drip like poison, sweet enough to swallow, but bitter when they settle in my veins. You thought I’d linger— clinging to scraps, begging for meaning. But I am the silence you fear, the shadow in your bright little games. I’ve seen you— unmasked, unravelling, a hollow man clutching at strings you can’t control. “Feelings,” you said. As if they could stitch the gaping wound left by your careless hands, Your words, without meaning, and nothing more than empty promises crack in the glare of daylight. “Feelings,” you said. as if the word could rewrite your sins, as if I’d kneel before your paper crown while you flaunt your weakness for the world to see. I’ve burned those bridges, fed them to the flames you sparked. Now the smoke whispers my name, and the ashes taste like regret in your mouth. Don’t look for me in the dark, darling— I’ve already left. © Samira Wyld 2024
Thank you for reading another post from Shadows And Midnight Screams where we delve into the world of shadows, desire, and untamed expression. My illustrated collection of poetry ‘Twenty Past Midnight’ is now available as a paperback and you can find out more about that here.
And until next time…
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The protagonist (you I assume) is just the kind of woman I admire! Striking poem with small powerful details, an entire story hidden inside it for your readers to imagine the past and the future of the narrator. Loved it!