Maps To Purgatory

The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt

How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory

Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely isolated and alone, don’t expect him to care.

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