• Burns

    What is Torture?
    Tormenting pain?
    Suffocating imprisonment?
    Lifeless isolation?
    I have spoken with Torture face to face.
    Every ounce of hope living joyfully in my soul,
    obliterated, shattered, into eternal

    nothingness.

    As I sat looking through the barbed wire gates,
    translucent bodies conversing with death, now
    their only companion,
    and life, what we thought we knew,

    forgotten.

    I lay my head against the shadows,
    drinking the wind as much as my shallow lungs
    could fill.
    My pale skin, hidden beneath ashes,
    eyes glazed over with clouds of demons,
    bloody fingernails rested on the dirt,

    carelessly.

    All humanity, erased from our minds.
    They turned us into what they thought we were:

    nothing.

    Love,
    life,
    luxury,
    lost.
    Abandoned by our own God.

    No!

    I drove my nails into my scalp.
    I will not fall...
    I will not... release myself.