The scratchy vinyl kept spinning,
The Magic Flute played;
yet, clock announced its heartbeat
loud, the ticking.
The girl,
planted a searching kiss on your lips.
She wondered if you,
her fiancé,
loved her still.
Love, a stranger to you,
the kisses, you couldn't feel—
on the canvas of your mind,
you started reliving a scene:
pallors on those women lying still.
The storm,
gave way to the calm.
You asked yourself:
would you ever feel life
at the sound of
a woman's beating heart?
Or were you doomed to see
the knife piercing their bodies
again and again,
as the blood spurted out?
A confusion,
who you were.
They died with tears in their eyes
but left you wishing
you didn't survive.
Who killed them? couldn't recall.
The killer's face,
only a fragment—
the face was calm.
The knives plunged lovingly,
as if he was making love.
No elation in his face,
only the finale,
the only outcome of permanence
of an all-consuming love.
Magic Flute played-
the music took you back
to that scene,
where their lifeless bodies laid
and it played.
There, she kissed again-
you felt an urge to make love.
Yet, the perfume she wore...
that place where they died,
smelled different...
Frozen:
which love-
like the killer's?
The Magic Flute played.....
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 20th, 2025 09:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Can someone, battered by traumatic experience, ever return to normal life?
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Comments2
The magic flute plays throughout this poem and the queen of the night sings to Pamina as does Papageno. Can a person recover from trauma depends upon the trauma and the person and maybe the music. Very well done my friend
Thank you for your support and kind words π.
Most welcome Rebellion
My friend, Iβve walked that place where music should comfort and instead becomes the trigger...where a kiss claws open memory rather than closeness. You put that trauma cleanly on the page; itβs brutal and true. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thank you very much for your support π. Appreciate your help.
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