Painful Acquisitions

Painful Acquisitions

A Poem by Cara Rosalie

My take on writer's block...


A fatal wound with no markings.

A tender bruise the color of creamy flesh.

A throbbing hole perfectly fused together.

These are my painful acquisitions.

I hold myself...

Barely breathing... barely moving at all,

Trying to slow the heart breaking me,

Stop it completely if I can.

How much longer will I able to stand it?

This wound...This bruise...This hole,

These painful acquisitions.

Cruel and heartless, peeling me apart, one thin layer at a time,

Without the decency to leave even a small scratch,

Something for me to soothe, something for me to mourn.

You keep me unquestionably beautiful, flawless and whole.

I want to scream, but I won’t.

I want to cry, but I’ll do everything I can not to.

I want it to stop hurting.

One fractional second of blissful nothingness,

So the pain can subside and start to fade away.

Just long enough to take more than a shallow breath,

To stop curling inwards towards the black beautiful hole.

Impossible, Irrevocable, Inconsolable.

These things are mine and mine alone.

These are my painful acquisitions.








© 2011 Cara Rosalie

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Real experience of pain, nice work.

Posted 11 Years Ago

good god Cara... this is the result of writer's block??

this is better then most when they are writing full open!

Amazing. Loved it.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Strong, painful write. I found myself cringing.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is really good!! Very nicely written.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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