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The Weight of Past Choices
In the quiet spaces between
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely soul.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely soul.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
Published 26th Sep 2024
| Edited 17th Mar 2025
Author's Note
Thoughts about recent affairs as I approach my abortion.
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I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another. [it could refer to an emptiness in himself as well as yourself]
...past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand. [- three things that can be pivotal to what happens next...]
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another. [it could refer to an emptiness in himself as well as yourself]
...past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand. [- three things that can be pivotal to what happens next...]
Anonymous
- Edited 19th Dec 2024 5:45pm
26th Sep 2024 10:17pm
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27th Sep 2024 5:55am
I agree with Timagination's comments about the man being like a ghost - it underlines the fleeting nature of the encounter that gives no time to know more about him.
28th Sep 2024 3:21am
17th Dec 2024 4:46am
Love the flow of this! So authentic and I love the ending lines
"The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand."
Very powerful stuff thank you for sharing!
"The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand."
Very powerful stuff thank you for sharing!
