On Total Depravity

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

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