Dark Poetry

Door of Pain

Screams during torture

Agonies as sickness eats itself through the belly

Phantom pain of missing limbs

Pegging out in the trench

 

Licking flames on seething skin

Too long until the stoning kills

Until silence ends the unbearable fear

Until water in the wind-pipe brings the desired suffocation

 

Later: the body remembers

Trembles, if it's needled

Startles, if it's only touched

Jumps out of its skin on little impulse

 

Then a door opens

Naked I step through 

Am the tree that blooms

Am a free human.

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de