Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

flashback

by Chrissy Banks

the things i’ve seen
come at me behind my eyes
and bludgeon me again
 
even if you scooped both sockets dry
the things i’ve seen
would rape my vision every day
 
the things i’ve heard
sounds i couldn’t replicate
scream behind the ordinary words
 
butcher sleep and silence
the things i’ve heard
repeat their fearful evidence
 
the things i’ve known
strip me of my skin
break my grown-up bones
 
and knock me down  
senseless with the things i know
that never should be known
 
you may think what happened’s  gone
but the things i’ve seen
live on live on live on

Added: 25.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

The final line in this poem finishes it off perfectly. Very satisfying.

13.05.2011

Very Powerful

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