I still remember her claws digging in, twisting my skin.
I still remember her roar, ill-abuse words, knocking me in.
I still remember her smirk, daring me to speak -just to think.
I still remember her eyes, ripping into my core, shredding my being.
I still remember her promise, a knife-fuelled killing -if I failed to to play homage.
I still remember her remorse, broken, torn -yet still 'that' woman.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 09.03.2013
- just remembering something from the past.
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#Worldsapart #FridayFun Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good. YA writer & author of a selection of short stories, flash fictions, poems & blog articles. I'm here to share my work & cascading thoughts, be it through blogs or comments on posts you share. I blog at http://www.yikici.co.uk/recent-news I'm contactable through: Twitter: ozlemyikici kik: doodllz my imagery can be sighted here: Instagram: yikici and on my blog http://www.yikici.co.uk wattpad: yikici
Click, click My bones slide in to place Snap, snap They fall right out again Rattling, shaking You tear me out Stuff me in Turn me around until I can't even stand Down on my knees before...
Mirror mirror on the wall,. I see my reflection as my tears start to fall,. Mirror mirror on the door,. I look at that face I used to adore,. Mirror mirror in my hand,.
He hung suspended by madness, orchestrating his motionless descent. Ascending only to fall, again, compounding agonies torment.
Tears of blood fall from the eye,. And stream towards the ground,. Onyx iris melts to cry,. Cold crystal panes surround,. Tears of blood run down the cheek,. Towards the metal floor,.
#youngwritershousehold @AWriterGirl Open that door, That I sometimes peer through, Open that door, That opens only for you.
I tried to please you, showed you my skill Mockery was all I received, a bitter pill. You continue to kill my passion, throw my love to the wind, Evil thoughts of retribution throw me towards sin.
Wishes of words not to come from you. Promise myself to not look blue. Dig a hole. I'll crawl inside. Bury me deep in layers of pride.
#nightdwellers In the depth of the night I hear harrowing screams. Ringing through my ears and invading my dreams. My conscience drags, claws and tears at my skin.
@TheCodsPollocks yes it seems like a great place to bury them. ☺ Thank you for your kind thoughts, really appreciate it. 😘💐✨
Bloody stupid iPod 😡😡...@TheCodsPollocks apologies my friend, iPod has a mind of its own I didn't mean to tag you.
@RichWithey thank you Rich, I'm ok. Everyone has dark haunts, mine is, well..still getting my head around it. Ill survive. ☺ Thank you. 😘✨
@yikici Really, really well done! And I like that you left the interpretation a bit open. As you said... We all have haunts.
@EDogg oh thank you Eric, that means the world to me. I'm glad it reads well as sometimes it's hard to write about a painful memory, it's too raw to refine. Dark haunts are a pain; but it makes us to be who we are today. Thank you for your encouraging comments. 😘💐💗✨
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