Purple Shirt

Cali Kittana

I can still see your purple shirt

Smell the new leather scent of your skin

I can still feel the fear

Going down there is hard

I can still feel the pain

You ruined me

I can still see your purple shirt

The panic attacks soon follow

I can still feel the shaking

It haunts me to this day

I can still feel the blood

As it runs down my legs

I can still see your purple shirt

The one you wore that fearful day

I can still smell the oranges

That air freshener gives me nightmares

I can still smell the latex

God how I wish I was allergic

I can still see your purple shirt

The nightmares won't stop

I can still hear my screams

Everyone else was outside

I can still hear your voice

It makes me collapse into tears

I can still see your purple shirt

The smiling logo teasing me

I can still taste the dryness

From shouting and crying

I can still taste your skin

I can't wash it out

I can still see your purple shirt

Two whole years later

I can still remember the exact date

One week after my birthday

I can still remember the look on your face

Uncaring and emotionless

I can still see your purple shirt

And it will never go away.

  • Author: Cali Kittana (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 3rd, 2018 20:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is something I've been meaning to write for a while now, but just now got the chance to do so. It sums up a lot of thoughts, fears, and emotions I've been feeling since I was broken.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 36
  • Users favorite of this poem: Crystal Hope, Not
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  • Crystal Hope

    I love the color purple and your poem was absolutely beautiful and quite moving

  • Not

    This really captures how triggering and anxiety inducing something can be. Even though there's a lot of colors and sensory words being used every line, the repeating of "purple shirt" gives it all an anchor. Its like the feeling of being taken all over the place while really only being shown one thing or standing still. Lots of force here.

  • Noah Malice

    Powerful write. You should post more.



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