"Toska" is a poem that I wrote in mind for a specific selection of works, with the theme of Damage Control. Although a different poem was ultimately accepted instead, I belive this poem tells an interesting story. It references the basilisk from J.K. Rowling's The Chamber of Secrets which is the second part of the famous Harry Potter series. (If you know, you know). But, to give you hint, think the mirror in Hermione's hand, Collin Creevy's camera, the pipes, the chaos / blood. I hope you enjoy!
it was broken,
it shatters across the floor,
it scars the people it surrounds.
it brings one back
the sharp noises
thinking, melting, panicking, hurting, breaking
like how glass tumbles and cracks,
bring me back to the memories,
the memories that one would never want.
tucked in bed,
tired,
dissociative,
unsure,
insecure.
gut-wrenching screams of pain,
ones no soul has ever heard.
the times where the mind was tied down,
oppressed,
devalued.
when it was worthless.
why would i remind myself of that time?
where i struggled,
and i cried,
screamed soundlessly.
this is
my heart.
my mind.
my soul.
my life.
that thing is everywhere
and nowhere
all at the same time.
it weaves right into the fabric of time
watching you
and everything around you.
it infiltrates
like the basilisk slithering around in the pipes
where one look kills
and an indirect one petrifies.
here, i insert a melancholy hedwig’s theme.