Blink and You'll Miss It
Reaction to movie "Blink Twice"
forgetting is a gift until it’s not
blank plate so you can dine
smile, and toast another winning dish
of bone marrow and —
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mashed-up stories inside your brain
ones carefully crafted
played in refrain
every time it leaks out
every time you lash out
just take another dose of
perfumed lies
layer on droplets of indescribable —
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reality is what you make it
will you be swept up
on the tides of oblivion
cultivate the right atmosphere
survive to live another —
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day after day of
smiling and nodding
you know, all the while
you’re inches away
from a monster
you feel the breath on your neck
yet every time you swat at
its palpable presence
there’s nothing swatting —
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back, don’t you want to go
back to the times when everything was
fat blunts and smiles sublime
the tablecloth, white and starched
not stained in memories and
wine the color of dried —
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blood
stained, no soaked in it
candles falling, fire stoked
burning photos
memories of a you
you don’t know
days, weeks lost
a blank calendar
stolen, consumed by the
darkness
leaving you vulnerable —
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to getting trapped in a dimly lit room
worse than being alone
being permanently tethered
to the secret leeching your soul
because forgetting is a gift
until it’s not
K.B. Silver
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I never actively attempted to recover my memories due to the possibility of having false memories built on suggestions and fear. I only had a few scattered flashes. Because the usual triggers like scents and pictures didn't jog my memories For years I thought they were gone, that I would never remember. I had stories people told me about my own photos. I had the dates and places written on the back, but it was like looking at someone else's life.
When I cut my family off completely, once I felt safe, that there was no chance of being trapped with them again, the floodgates broke. I was lost in flashbacks for weeks, possibly months.
The depiction of trauma-induced memory loss given in the movie Blink Twice was, to my experience, fairly accurate. Recovering memories is not for the faint of heart. Unfortunately, there is no pill to work through them, no pill to get your thoughts in order; there are only pills that help keep them buried.
Forgetting may be a defense mechanism, but at some point, being unable to leave a dangerous situation because you don't remember the danger is more detrimental than the memories themselves.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (4)
KB, I love the flow of this poem. This part was a heavy hitter: "mashed-up stories inside your brain ones carefully crafted played in refrain every time it leaks out every time you lash out just take another dose of perfumed lies" I cannot begin to imagine all the suffering you've endured, but this right here is an example of art born of pain, something I know a thing or two about. Best wishes in the challenge!
As soon as I saw the camera and title, I knew this was a spin-off poem from Blink Twice. That movie is 50% Get Out and 50% misogynistic insanity. LOVE the ending to both your poem, and the film.
I can't begin to imagine what you've been through, but the words you wrote are very powerful.
I love what you did with these lines: "back, don’t you want to go back to the times when..." Doubling the "back" makes it powerful. I'm sorry you have bad memories resurfacing. I experience them too. They come when we least expect it, but I guess it just indicates that we're ready to deal with them? There's plenty of good techniques I learned from neuroscience that work when this happens.