Death by Rape..
Her cry had been so loud
But no one heard..
....all that she spoke of was forgotten
She was the mutilated past and it was here she lost her world ‘.
She lay as silent as the dead..
And close to expiration
Black blistered lips ..her feet were seeping wounds
Dark clots of blood inside her mouth and shattered crystal teeth .
Above the pool of sanguine fluid
Bluebottles buzzed.
He’d come and gone armed with a blade
And she had nothing but her tender skin
Now turning fast to parchment.
She slips into oblivion..the throes of death are gathering
I sing small songs to comfort......but......
My voice is small and thin..
It cracks beneath the strain
A day’s not passed me but this injustice burns in me
Wrongdoing through the eons, one time upon another.
I think on this.....there is no moratorium.
Here’s where her skeleton should be ! ...
...erected on these gravel stones where all other women lie
A Monument to criminal attack.
But I speak out alone
To whom do I belong
...and who belongs to me...?
Kristine Byrne 20th Jan 2013