foggy rain
tornadoes to the west
coming towards her
take her up with them
into the silence
she doesn't have to hear
what they're saying on the ground
cannons firing words she never said
blasts of untruth
looking into the eyes of evil
looking into the eyes of hate
hisses like snakes in a basket
venomous treacherous spitting
a sacrificial offering
an example to others
never walk where she walked
the ground there is poisonous
two thirds lost
they are tainted forever
severed from their origin
the very womb that made them
tiny little souls
alone in a dark world
no comforting heart beat
no rocking to sleep
no brushing away the sweaty hair
that sticks to their foreheads
signs of a bad dream
she used to make it better
she packs a bag
full of clothes she never wanted to wear
a prison uniform
deafening silence where laughter should be
where her children should be
it was never meant to be
they were never hers
she's a surrogate
an incubator
a receptacle for perverted holiness
a tear as wide as tower bridge
a river where her heart should be
shadows where the scars are
the ones that are purposefully hidden
retribution for her lack of piety
lack of modesty
lack of faithfulness
lack of obedience
lack of speaking out
counting the hours
the minutes
the seconds
until she can leave
this land
this miserable unholy land
this land which made her what she is
callous
unfeeling
poisonous
unfit
unfit to wipe away the tears
unfit to clean the noses
unfit to clean the scrapes
unfit to hold the hands
unfit to tuck in
unfit to sing
unfit to hold at night
soft cotton pajamas
warm and snug
make it better mummy
only she can't
lost forever
to a sea of black and white
piety
devotion
devoid of independence
one day it'll be better
except it never will
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