Slithering corks,
trussed spines
and dead eyes.
so the ravishing
begins.
My pain is
killing me,
but by God I will
exorcise this demon.
it will end, it
will end
the mantra, I
insist
it will end!
Why me?
the inquisition
begins,
why-me!
why couldn't I
just be born in a different family!
with a loving
father and a caring mother,
Is there no one
to protect me!
The demon is
close to release,
thrusting, its
cries!
I cry for my
parents.
Soaked it salt,
shame and pain,
I cry out - but
really, no one cares,
no one will save
me from this.
Tethered to the
bone,
hold on, I
insist, just a bit longer.
and weep, and
wait, and weep, and wait,
a thundering is
pounding a mean tattoo in my chest.
I give up my
faith.
I pass out.
Sandra Nekh.
