angelic insomnia: that dark and muddy night
That dark and muddy night
A sharp knife is held at her throat-
as her face stares upwards-calling Goddess
Even the rain is sharp-
as it falls stabbing daggers on her face
Her tears flow relentless-
as she fights to stay strong, confronted by fear
She has never known a fear like this-
as he drags her down, down to the muddy ground…
And the deed is done-
as quick as he came, he vanishes to darkness
And she is left shivering in darkness-
as her mud covered body reels in pain
And she never will understand-
as she lives with the fate which is hers…
And so it seems, hers alone.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
