run.
oh run, little girl, run for your life, run,
save your soul, save yourself,
body, bound in black chains of insanity
yes, this, this is insanity.
black fur, ivory claws—
—wild eyes, wild night,
tense muscles, running; no, flying across hard packed dirt
blurs and colours and pale shades of smell but
just
fast, oh-so fast, awfully fast.
something burns in her chest, sears,
scalds,
shrieks,
writhes,
coils.
a cry for mercy, a whimpering plea and a scream,
it is a scream-of rage anger madness
and spitfire insanity and oh how it kills her
slowly
from the inside
out.
heartbeats,
drums loud and hot and cold
opposites, poison surging
she needs control.
control.
control.
S T O P.
now, oh now is when she begs and screams for the fire to come back
it is freezing, so bitterly irreversibly terrifying horrifyingly cold
she lies curled on her side,
tracing
pictures, swirls, family into the soft, slick mud
and a raindrop
falls
in.
and suddenly, there’s more and more and,
she cries.
cries, oh heaven save me,
wails to the heavens and begs for their white tears to fall
upon the scars on her back,
pleads for the skies but
they only cry and cannot
help.
and she’s so finished and oh so broken
this little girl, the fight in her
flickers, dims, swells,
a match in a vacuum
sobbing in the cold mud
so let it rain,
and let it pour,
and let the heavens mend my soul
let them wash from my mind
it’s all i ask,
let me be
free.