Caricamento in corso...

Grendel

It has been sixteen years since that monster put my life into his great maw,
And began to chew.
It took Sixteen years inside his prison of angry cartilage and flesh,
For me to fashion a blade from the tip of his rib,
To slit the cage wide enough to spill out of my bindings.
When I was finally free of him, I ran and ran and ran.
Will I ever forget the torturous rumbling of his raging voice? Absolutely.
Forgive? Never.
Every day not tinted red is a blessing I refuse to squander.
When I lie down to sleep, the bed is small and downy around my body.
The only sound is my breath and the drumming of a solitary heart.
In this, I have my Heaven.

(2014)

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