All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Flame
November 16, 2020
I close the bathroom door,
And turning on the music
To the highest volume,
I watch them getting
Engraved on my bones:
The rhythms punctured
With indelible inks
Of guilt and shame,
Like the tattoos
Over the wrists and chests
Of the prisoners.
I turn on the tap,
And watch as the bucket fills,
And then, how the scalding water runs
Over my body,
Melting my skin, bruising it,
The colour of a burning flame.
Numbness takes over me;
Still, I can see them,
Just as they were earlier,
How foolish I was to think
I could escape them,
All this pain and shame.
© Elise S., Clarksville, MD
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
This poem captures the trauma and helplessness of someone wanting to escape their pain, only to realise it's not so easy.