Watching the steam
raising and revolting
every minute
The rain drops
Hit the parched earth.
No one accepts submission
Just like that...
Neither did she,
When they dragged her
Into the attic...
Neither did she,
when they whipped her
Every night with a cloth
Muffing her shouts of pain.
Neither did she,
When they drowned her,
Lowering her few-hours-old-little body,
Into the vessel of gurgling water.
Her final wail reverberated
Though the quiet homes
Down the road-
Just like the constant hissing
Of the perched earth.
15 comments:
this is a very deep piece, very haunting. Wonderfully put together.
yes, very haunting and painful
shan
This just give me nightmares! Certainly, a powerful moment that I experienced in your thoughts!
nice.. glad to be of acquaintance. my entry if you have time.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/fluttering-in-an-envelope/
Exceptionally well written.
I am here ~
http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/whispers-of-the-soul/
Beautifully written, yet disturbing, too.
My weekly entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
is this about human trafficing? or just a metaphor?
Wow, beautifully written.
The pain and angst is extremely well-portrayed. Mind-blowing! Promoted! :)
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abstract and creepy.
thanks for sharing.
Loved what you did with words....very impressive...
Loved your words thank you for sharing my entry this week is http://www.gatelesspassage.com
soulful :)
heartfelt words.
well written.
Hauting and sad ... Good work here.
Nicely written. Haunting, infact.
It is so true that we still don't know how to treat our women, girls...
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