literature

Chinese Burn

Deviation Actions

Published: Feb 9, 2011

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Literature Text

When you grabbed my hand
it hurt me,
somewhere deep
inside.

Around my heart, a band
was wrapped tightly,
to keep
my blood alive.

You twisted my skin around,
to make me
cry out,
in pain.

Waiting for that sacred sound;
but I, bravely
said nought
...no complaint.

"Does it hurt?" you asked,
I said "Yes",
it hurt
within.

You left my arm harrased,
a mark of ditress
was burnt
on skin.

There was no deliberate intention;
Just a game played
by boys,
like you.

I exercised so much repression,
hoping I'd made
a toy
of you.

And you were quite surprised,
but you smiled
so pleasantly
at me

That the anxiety I'd despised,
Away was led,
so quickly;
so beautifuly.

EDIT: This is poem no.2 from a series.

Poem no.1: [link]

Poem no.3: [link]
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Yes...um...you may take this literally or figuratively...it's meant to be both