Pain Series: Inactive

There are times I’ve deleted whole conversations, in an attempt to forget the hurt they’ve caused.

Imposed a block on social media, to hide away from emotions exposed.

Laidback and did nothing, to try to forget.

Permeated through bedsheets, fear had me losing sleep.

Inactive is my status, so you experience no notion of my turmoil.

You created this.

You caused this.

You impressed this.

You developed this.

You.

You strangled my words with this.

I lay still as a baby lamb 4 hours after being slaughtered.

Fuck how I feel – it’s all apart of your culture.

Pain Series: Separation

My mind is awesome for the same reasons it’s not.

Memory x Detail x Accuracy

Pain upsets me.

Are my thoughts distorted?

Is this the start of my downfall?

Am I operating on notion?

Pain opens me up, I convulse and I transmit. What/who/when did this pain commit?

Times I’m distraught are the times my rage is caged. It’s all in my head and I hate to say this, but I’ve come close to…

The Pain Series by Dame Unique

Welcome to mid-October!

Over several days I’ll be sharing creative pieces from The Pain Series.

After preparing a post for World Mental Health Day and abandoning it, then preparing a new one. I thought about the times I’ve felt pain in my life and how I’ve dealt with that emotion.

During my time reflecting this weekend, I felt inspired to produce a mini-series on pain. It’s an emotion in life that we are all destined to experience. I can’t tell you how many times, as it will differ for each of us. However, I felt compelled to put PAIN into words and creatively articulate this emotion.

No one in our entire universe is absolved from pain. It forms a vital part of our lives and shapes our behaviour from that moment forward.

To me, pain is painful and sometimes that pain becomes a burden that overstays, long after its point has been made. Some moments in my life came unexpected and it’s true, I’ve cried a hundred times over, to no avail.

This October, I share the pain born from life itself.

Dame Unique

Pissed

I pissed on your driveway.

I posted on the gram.

I saw your post.

I stole Ben from you.

Ben came willingly.

He said, ‘I hate him too Unique,’ and shared your secrets creatively.

We plotted against you.

We dreamt of vengeance.

We counted your networth.

We sold it with ease.

33%

Ben and I are best friends.

Last Sunday, we pissed on your driveway.