Childhood trauma Poems
my water closet
by aditya vats
After hours, deem back
to the hourglass
of my
molten sentiments
and (I clench my raging
dying moan
In the quiet
rushing streams of
my water closet)
a deceased disease
by aditya vats
My mo-mothe-mother-mother's hideous hallucinations have hidden
here in me, and these daunting monsters are the only possession
of her staying with me.(These monsters decease me like my mother
did to believe
My sensitive skin assumes husky, hairy fingers firmly declaring
an elusive touch on my already injured shoulders.
The eerily, firmly comforting touches bring back the quiet (yet
ever echoing) voices of a blurry pre-presec-presence in my
blurry adolescence.
......
my water closet
by aditya vats
After hours, deem back
to the hourglass
of my
molten sentiments
and (I clench my raging
dying moan
In the quiet
rushing streams of
my water closet)
a deceased disease
by aditya vats
My mo-mothe-mother-mother's hideous hallucinations have hidden
here in me, and these daunting monsters are the only possession
of her staying with me.(These monsters decease me like my mother
did to believe
My sensitive skin assumes husky, hairy fingers firmly declaring
an elusive touch on my already injured shoulders.
The eerily, firmly comforting touches bring back the quiet (yet
ever echoing) voices of a blurry pre-presec-presence in my
blurry adolescence.
......
