They slowly take control of me, my hands
one after the other, they break me
down.
My hands won't stop until they undue
all that has been stitched
together.
He binds them with rope, and exerts pressure
I am an acidic dream, and he is my
stimulus.
These limbs don't belong to me
I lost them long ago
You, and her slipped inside of me
Apparitions take control
these hands
Sunrise, because I wake up early
before them.
This is me shouting out from behind
black and blue eyes.
My voice is slowly fading
and my smile goes
dim.
To kill you, we all wait in anticipation
these hands
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Author:
Tomi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My own personal afflictions.
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HOLA TOMI ~ Welcome ~ Thanks for your first peom ~ very challenging. Manos sono unos de los mas importante partes de tu cuerpo. When someone wants to abuse us physically or sexually the first thing they do is to tie our hands ! Blessings ~ Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
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