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Published December 27, 2017 by rochellewisoff


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The following is an edited version of a poem I wrote in the 90’s while battling severe depression and anorexia nervosa which is about control. I thought I was in control but, almost too late, realized the demon was controlling me.  To sort through my confusion I wrote poetry as a means of journaling. Happily, this is no longer my reality, but at the time…

Genre: Adverse Verse

Word Count: 100


Knotted cords surround my thoughts

Like twine that binds a package;

Profusion of convolution, confusion

No solution

Seeking resolution, absolution.

            I’m choking

                        On the dry bread of shame.

And I’m left no choice

But to savagely purge myself.

Cathartic poison,

Painful comfort.

I run a perilous race

To a fatal finish line.

Lethal, venomous humiliation besieges me.

The sins of the forefathers,

Cousins, babysitters and uncles  

Devour and bury.

The demon lures and captures me

In his serpentine embrace.

Too weary to resist seduction,

I relinquish and surrender.

Profusion of convolution, confusion

            No solution

Seeking resolution, absolution

To what conclusion?


26 June 2015

Published June 24, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100


            “I wandered aimlessly down the deserted street as I had hundreds of times before. Everything was the same but it would never be the same again.”

            After reading the two sentences aloud twice, Rose back-spaced them into oblivion and said, “This isn’t a story, it’s a cliché fest.”

            She shut off the computer. The manuscript would have to wait.

            Although she tried to sleep, Rose’s cluttered mind spun with deadlines, debts, disillusion and broken promises. She threw off the covers and put on her clothes.

            “Damn you, Jeff. Why now?”

            She wandered aimlessly down the deserted street…everything was the same…

9 November 2012

Published November 7, 2012 by rochellewisoff

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          In Rowena’s thirty-eighth year the flashbacks started.  One by one, memories from her childhood surfaced like debris in a whirlpool. Among them were the uncle who molested her and the neighbor who raped her then threatened her with worse if she told. Both happened before her twelfth birthday. 

            To punish her body for its betrayal, she starved it. Reduced to bone and thinning skin, her defense against pain became her prison.

            “What are you feeling?” asked her therapist.


            “Does it help?” He pointed to her scarred arms.


            “Do you really want to die, Rowena?”

            “I’m already there.”


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