It’s a cruel wind today

She threatens to steal the skin from my face

Her anger carves into my bones

And she screams at me

You are alone!

 

I want to run … I could sprint away!

But she catches me at every angle

She has a friend; an ally!

Cold, bitter rain

Lashing my broken body

Holding my feet in the mud

 

I cannot fight the wind

And the rain!

My shaking hands reach out

Grasping at the nearest tree

I beg for support ~

Horrified by the short retort

 

I’ve been disrobed!

The tree stands back waving frantically

A thousand lashes rain down

Beating me relentlessly

Foetal position is best

Rolled into a ball

 

Paint my broken body

Terracotta hues

Hold my head

Preparing for a breech birth

Hoping not to be seen

 

This isn’t how it’s meant to be!

I don’t want to be here

Let my soul walk free

I beg for mercy!

 

No remorse

No relief

Left to slowly die

My attempts to crawl back

Into the womb

Denied

 

Left alone

To die. 

C.K.23.