Prisoner

(I just want people to know this is not based off any true events. This is based off a nightmare I had. Be warned--it gets kind of gruesome.)

The screaming and crying in the cells down the row.
All the women kept for the pleasure of men against our wills.
Our nails broken from struggles and our bodies ravaged.
Our souls cracked and broken.

The cells unclean and so far from home.
Each night men come to visit me in my dark place.
For a price they can do whatever they wish.
Tonight I listen as a woman screams her last...

A deep penetration and the pain never ends.
As he rocks me, he doesn't care if I scream;
moreover it eggs him on as he laughs at my agony.
My pelvic bones snapping and shattering from the force.

And yet there is never enough for them.
They continue to come back and haunt us;
their dark silhouettes standing in our doorways.
There is never silence.

There is blood on the floor, smears of it;
mixed in with organs and gore as murderers and rapists...
I watch in horror as they pull a woman apart by the limbs.
Ignoring her blood curdling screams as they bathe in her blood.

They tear her fingernails off and pull out her teeth;
cut out her tongue watching her scream and scream.
I have to cover my eyes as they bring out the dogs;
the men laugh as the snarling begins.

This is my life for the last three years.
I have seen friends come and go like dogs in a pound;
either put down or sold and traded for the right price.
This is what I remember...in a life of nightmares and horror.