Chalk-drawn sacrifice.

Up to the slaughter we lead or sacrifices. -far from perfection-

Where does your whip lie
Oh tortured one?
Where upon your body did its biting tails mark?
When you went before the pain,
Did you beg the judge for mercy?
Or didst thou hold your head with pride;
Above those who believe they grasp control?
When they brought down the teeth,
Did you whimper?
Or merely hiss at the release you wanted for yourself
Marvel at the line they have drawn with chalk;
Between you and them,
It was drawn up quickly
As to provide some twisted evidence.
A reason as to how this is acceptable;
An excuse weak as ever there has been.
Are you scared?
After their first taste,
Their thirst may never be satiated.
Your body;
Up for sale:
We shall pay in blood and tears,
Your scars shall show your worth,
They go on how much you can withstand.
Lie upon the dirt stone floor,
Hear them crawling through the walls
Threatening to burst forth,
And shower you with dust.
They scratch through wallpaper,
Dripping from cracks in the foundations,
The door locks behind you;
The whip holds comfort compared with this;
At least their lines hold no shame.

Taste the air with forked tongues
But you will not give them the fear they desire,
Go to your sanctuary
Nobody can harm you here.
Silence holds a dear flame to the beauty,
Bird song fills the air,
And it is a sound you had forgotten
Within the stone cell.
The grass you sit upon,
Caresses your skin in comfort.
You brush your hands through the blades,
And they do not slice your flesh:
It is a calming notion.
Somewhere beyond this safety,
You can here the cuts begin,
Along with the whimpers.
Closed eyes try to block the sound:
It should not penetrate this place.
Drowsiness overcomes,
And you know that, upon the stone floor
You have fallen;
Broken body twisted
So that you cross
Their chalk drawn line.
And to averted eyes,
They know you were innocent.
With a hand clutching the grass
I drift away,
Wish my sanctuary goodbye
And am dragged back
To my cursed reality.

Reviews

[_mal]

So strong, I love the way you describe the grass

[Color of the Iris]

This beyond my vocabulary... It was absolutely wonderful, as always!!! Once again, I'm breath-taken! 100/100

~ Iris ~

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A very intense write..powerfully written.