I still hear them, the echos in my mind as insomnia and I dance all night.
I hear them
I promise you. I do
maybe it's just me then because I can hear them screaming, begging like common dogs for scraps
as he uses her as a toy, an object
I hear her heart breaking like a shattered glass.
and she is left with fragments of who she once was.
I hear them
the demons who let these images float inside my head.
the vague voices cry and plead for help and Resurrection.
but I still hear
them in the silence in the calm in the calm before the storm
as I cry oceans of tears for her
as I become a corpse trained of life for I am too ashamed to call this hell my home
I hear them I swear
in every gush of wind in every mouse peep in every creaking door
I hear them I hear them laugh in the presence of my pain and bath in the anger that I present I hear them breathe in my neck as all my hair stand up as
I run to lock the doors I am trapped by this darkness within I use it used to give me strength for I could control it
but now when I hear them I scream
but nobody can hear me
it's like I'm busy drowning yet everybody around me is breathing and living
I float hear lungs filled with water and now all I can do is hear them
dear sister I hear the man who raped you they torment me to
©lianka
L