Why and how
By Fiona Cummings
The pain is too much
now
I can’t take anymore
People ask why and how
I do not walk out of the door
Answer is simple
I have lost all I had
Lessons of cruelty
And treatments so bad
My heart has been shredded
When I was created
I was already broken
My teacher has spoken
Giving lectures on choking
How bony fingers become tighter
Heavy breathing gets lighter
Closer to the fire
On an iron spike
Roasting flesh
The devil does like
Gouged out eyes
Eaten by flies
Trampled on by studded boots
Buried under old roots
Forgotten and flung
On a map a crumb
Life goes on
For everyone
My soul just watches from a far
Perched up high
On a shiny star
Clouds are my blankets
For comfort now
So people can’t wonder
Why, and how
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