Beauty and the Beast

by Risqué   Oct 27, 2017

I've spent years trying to pry myself out of this madness
And still my coat hangs by the door.
My clothes in the drawer.
Pictures of family hanging on your walls...
Misery and company, Lucifer and friends

Your taste in decor is terrible.
Your taste in friends is worse.

Or else I wouldn't be here, would I?
With you, in this humble abode
sipping on venom alongside your biscuits.
You are such a petty house guest;
Feeding me distasteful stories like food.

Your cooking could use some work.
Yet here I am, starving for it.

The music you play rings softly in my ears
as they bleed from the cries of others.
The eerie tunes fill the room.
As your fingers falter from the piano keys
I come to realize the weeping is my own.

Your lights have all burnt out
And I can't seem to find my clothes.

You've tied me to your bed.
I'm curtained by your sheets of loathing,
Your body covers me like a casket closing
I tear at these bonds hoping to escape,
Breaking my own skin instead.

You aren't such a gentleman after all.
But I guess you never claimed to be.

How was I so groomed for this?
That you found me so willing
You had me with one look.
One crook of your finger and I crawled
into your palms, into your home, into your bed.

I could have sworn
I never wanted this.


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  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    This is absolutely fantastic!!

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Truly wonderful writing - a great example of free verse.

    All the best,


  • 6 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Wow. Risque, you took me to a roller coaster ride of emotions with this write. I liked it and think that is superb really. How you detailed the irony of this man against your liking is very engaging...but I think what you really wanted to say is that you love this man but you do not like him. I remember a TV series I saw once with the male lead kinda feeling this way.

    This has a beautiful tone, and a unique voice which is that of Risque.

    • 6 years ago

      by Risqué

      I enjoyed your interpretation! It's so interesting how a writer can be portraying one thing and a reader can get something else out of it.
      The poem is actually referencing the struggle of depression. It is an ugly dwelling with vile company, yet I have found myself getting comfortable knowing it is a place I tend to stay for long periods of time, and therefore tend to survive better if I fight it less.

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