Lives unbearable

by runningwithellen

Lives unbearable
Mine, not yours
There is no place
turn to nowhere
turn to no one
turn to the dark
the dank
the distrustful
around and around
murder and self immolation.
To rape
Violence all around
Near there is no peace
Far there is no life
Far and near, adrift
Killing of the self
Not death, but maimed for life
Without a mark on the flesh
The marks imprinted on the mind
The mind constricted with the web of fire
A web of pain
Probe the flesh
probe the mind
violate every orifice
till the crimes scream out
but the voice is silent
the tongue ripped out
the rights wronged
traded away
given up
given out
taken
lost

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