harrow

the heavy oak door leading to the cool
well lit room is forcefully slammed
and life begins to empty its soul
where she screams as he binds her hands.

while thoughts baptize the wheat fields in her heart with fire
seven angels hum their heavenly voices; such a small unlikely choir.

they know this song that they sing
for mankind is dark and without gleam.
mankind knows death due to these things
they cry as she cries, then they start to sing:

“oh child, we see his sins
but also grace for you in the end.”

her imagination can only dream of fangs slipping silently into skin.
she tells him not to spread her legs or enter in.
he only knows force and hate as he licks two fingers and grins
then pushes his hand between her innocent legs due to soullessness within.

pregnant with the burn of razor wire cuts.
seven angels have now seen too much.
standing still in the space where she was raped
a fetus formed in the hands of hatred has no fate.

when god spoke to the lifeless filament before time
he knew these things were possible but continued to insist that all is good and fine.

Reviews

[Archia]

Oh how so terribly tragic. That last line in the first stanza just opens up the rest, it sets the tone, but still it doesn't give it all away. "while thoughts baptize the wheat fields in her heart with fire" I love what that line means, it just seems to say so much.I think it would benefit though with a few capital letters here and there. I found the last line curious almost, questioning really. So this was a sad poem, but really good.