She was standing alone Thinking about her boy at home Assembling in her mind A list of groceries She could not afford to buy.
Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped, Slowly I grasp consciousness I open my eyes, Discover a den – Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone On a dirty bed.
I will never let you see Beyond the surface How scared and how scarred I really am. Je ne te laisserai jamais voir Sous cette façade Ma peur et ces cicatrices Encore rougies.
She was watching him from the other side of the room Observing him The way he would press his hands on his head When he was lost in his thoughts
She entered the guest bedroom. She locked the door. Conducted another full check of the room. She removed her towel, hanged it on the door handle. She looked at her naked body in the wardrobe mirror.
Traces of the past have been marked On the rocks freed from the icy touch. Lying on the ground, restless, aware Her age old body is shrinking, Breaking apart, melting away.
We are digging our way into extinction. Growing apart Evolving backwards, Ignoring Nature’s calls, We are turning into selfish jailers.
“An hour ago she woke up. She could not speak. There was still this ball of stress and fear building up in her throat, and shutting down her pipes. She could not make a sound. She felt sore. She was shivering.
Cool and calm, You point a gun, Aim at the crowd, … and fire. You take our lives – Lives of people You don’t know, Lives you don’t value. You believe You are better. You believe We are less.