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
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