Ripped Apart

It is ripping me apart.

A metal hand goes inside,

clutches at the heart,

twists it till it cannot beat.

 The pain is excruciating.

Wait.

 I can't breathe.

The air around is full of stench of their bodies.

Their groping hands,

tongues lolling like dogs,

the devilish look of their eyes.

Everything is violating me,

my body, my soul.

Anyone around??

Can you not hear my screams??

I am YOU, do YOU not know???

Do my screams not curdle your blood?

Oh, now I understand.

The music is too loud.

YOU cannot hear me.

Reveling and gloating, 

YOU are too full of your own life.

Where is the space for as me in your life?

YOU have it all.

I am the battered one.

Fighting on my own.

Why do YOU hang your head in shame now?

 I fought my battle.

 I did not lose.

YOU never fought for me.

They were scum.

YOU are no better.

Yet I wish YOU well.

I fought.

YOU fight YOUR battle and win.  

(January 24, 2013 at 1.26 A.M.)