Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Hatred of Physical touch



Darkness creeps in 
I lie in the bed with a pounding heart 
Listening alert for your footsteps 
Praying that tonight should not be as bad 
As last night 
And the night before 
And the night before 
I can hear you coming near the room 
My heart pounds as it was a thunderstorm 
I hold my breath as if even the simple act 
as breathing could give it away 
I pretend to be sleeping 
And say to myself that everything will be OK 
I re-experience the challenging feeling of 
Being trapped 
And as I was being chocked 
And then you are there next to me 
I can feel your breath 
And I hate this closeness 
I close my eyes even tighter 
This time not because I want to pretend 
But just in a hope that things would just blacken out 
The way my eyes do 
You pull away my clothes 
Your hands and lips are on me 
Animal-like 
I close my eyes so hard 
That all the tears are stopped 
I close my fist so tight 
That my fingernails hurt my palm 
Before they break 
This is what usually happens 
At other times I just feel I can’t take it any longer 
I just can’t take the physical closeness of you 
The intimacy 
No matter, 
How I close my eyes, tighten my fists, bite my lips – 
No matter what, 
There are times I just can’t take it 
And I will give away a loud scream 
Before trying to push you away 
You hit, you shout, you say the most horrible things 
And of course you are physically stronger than me 
So I lose the battle 
And I silent myself 
Just staring at the wall 
Imagining this is not me it is happening to 
Try my best not to let the tears roll 
I usually conquer on this 
But at times I lose this battle too 
And I would just let the tear roll, 
Silently 
A stabbing chest pain 
And I so often pray that 
my heart would just stop that same moment 
After you finish, 
you would insult and humiliate me in so many ways 
I so often hated my body afterwards 
that i felt like cutting it into thousand pieces 
But all what i could do instead was ripping papers into thousand pieces 
and punch my fist against the wall over and over again

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