A soft kick from within
heart and throat drop
leaving empty, hollow, empty,
yet carrying something much too heavy
unwanted, unexpected.
begotten on grimy-cold, rough bricks
red with blood and clay.
A stranger’s harsh, tight hands
forceful grip
screams tearing a throat
ripping in two;
blade upon legs
tracing designs of lustful sin
in cages and paisly
skin destroying skin–
leaving scars that won’t heal;
pounding, rushing blood
beating beating beating
an organic, allegro metronome
of tears
of blood
of silent screams–
9 months of waiting and judgement,
A lifetime of memories unforgotten,
A more than guilty pleasure–
.
More than money was stolen that day
