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Gradually Fading

March 4, 2018
By Hayleigh Martz BRONZE, Appleton, Maine
Hayleigh Martz BRONZE, Appleton, Maine
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She’s scared of the look in his eyes
She’s terrified of the words that leave his mouth
She’s suffocating and unable to breath
She’s afraid everything will be discovered for the world to see
She’s forever scarred, physically and mentally
No matter how much she tries, he won't leave her mind
She was once so innocent and pure, now, your darkness has stained her soul for eternity
Your memory may fade within the years to come, but deep down you know, the image of your face, red with anger, will never fully be released from her mind

You both know what happened, but both of you are forced to keep quiet
Whether it's because of your threats or your consequences
You both know what happened was wrong
The thing is, only one of you cares
She will be scarred forever, but you sewed her lips shut with threats and bruises
Some moments, the curse of his remembrance is lifted from her tired shoulders

Who could be to thank for that?
No one but the boy who gives her everything,
Who does all in his power to erase him from her mind
Who gives her hugs and kisses instead of bruises
Who would yell, “I love you” from the rooftops instead of screaming at her with fury
Who she would catch staring at her like she was his everything, not like she was his next victim
Who respects her decisions, instead of ignoring them

Sometimes the deadly curse is lifted for days, weeks, perhaps months if she is lucky
Then, she thinks your memory had finally decided to leave
Little did she know, that was never going to happen
It will just slowly be crowded away by new memories, until eventually, you fade and fade and fade, until all that's left is a speck of you, out of reach
She prays for that day to come.

The author's comments:

This inspired me because I had a past experience with a friend. She needed someone to talk to, and I was there for her. She told me everything. What she told me replayed in my mind over and over. Finally I decided I needed to write something about it because that’s what I always did. She was thrilled to see that poem. It helped her move on from a terrible thing that had happened to her.


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