Chair and candles
Chair and candles
Once, not long ago,
I was sitting on the chair,
alone in my vulnerability, crying tears of sorrow.
Surrounded by candles,
Soft red flame calmed my heart,
Wounded, bleeding while
Warm blood coloured the floor.
Who knows where I was then?...
That was my whole life;
Murdered yesterdays,
Tired, abandoned presence
And blank paper of future.
Accusing me for crimes
I never knew they exist
Still a child
Taken from maternal sanctuary.
They tied me up
To this chair
In this forgotten place
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
My rists were broken
I could feel sweet mixture of blood, sweat and spit
All over my neck.
Screamed and laughed at my face
While raping my innocent mind…
Smell of burnt flesh is still around here.
…
Then I saw light
I felt safe and protected
Someone gave me a hug
And I was flyng.
Watching from above
I could see them
Destroying young female body
With no strength to oppose.
Then they left
Leaving my remains to rust in peace.
But no, my time wasn’t yet,
I could feel my soul struggling for one more chance
One deep breath and revenge.
Maybe one day,
Now I shall rest…
Broken spirit
In the circle of candles.
…
Once, not long ago,
I was sitting on the chair,
alone in my vulnerability, crying tears of sorrow.
