to you i pour my soul as a drunken man staggers through the door i clutch my blanket close cold lightning strikes my core my blanket grows cold the fabric turns rough screaming fills the air shoes take flight im paralyzed with fear i dare not say a word you faintly whisper "are you there?" eyes wide with terror a face twisted with hate arms in self defense fists in drunken rage satiated, he goes to sleep he blames it all on me to you i pour my soul as i tell you what has happened blood trickles, bruises form you must not say a word crying in the darkness he blames it all on me
well... welcome firstly... and secondly... nice... i'd be more descriptive... but i'm not good at that... so... nice. and i mean that in the best possible way... yes.
Wow, thanks for your input. True, I was vague -- my general idea was to leave a lot to the imagination. Besides, its very hard for me to open up and talk about my life so being vague was a step so i could even write about it. I used symbolism, however. I would love more input... thank you so much for welcoming me here!
wow, that's really good. I like the fact that you are vague... it allows the reader to apply it to themselves... keep up the good work!