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The Visitor - 5/7
IX
a moment or two while I regain my breath
knowing I'm going to witness her death
she pulls from the kiss, hands caressing my face
I'm suddenly nervous, and feel out of place
her expression is vacant, as if in a daze
the fog in these woods is a thick, milky haze
her eyes huge and wet -- an apology
for what's coming next, what she needs me to see
grazing my face with her cold, gentle touch
she edges in closer (I don't mind too much --
the present surroundings might not be ideal
she's so beautiful, and her kiss is unreal)
mouths lock again, and I don't pull away
'give it all to me', my lips and arms say
but no matter how much I try to prepare
I'm taken aback at what's happening in there
down in a dark basement of mouldy concrete
She's tied to a bed, chains on her hands and feet
filthy and dank, she's been down here a week
covered in bruises, fresh cut on her cheek
how did she get here, to lie in the dust?
she made a grave error in choosing to trust
in a man who was sweet to her (at least to start)
then stowed her down here to be battered apart
light flickers on at the top of the stair
her captor wakes her by yanking her hair
pulling her up to stand weak in the dirt
an inch from her face, he whispers "this will hurt"
I can feel every bone snapping in the assault
he screams and growls that this is her fault
watching her crumple, near dead, to the floor
through broken teeth whimpering "please no more"
and this is the moment where he ends the game
seething, repeating "all cunts are the same"
one eye sw0ll' shut , the other wide with fear
he chokes her unconscious, his grin ear to ear
I break the kiss then, screaming "please, love—enough"
drop to my knees, my voice shaking and gruff
she doesn't say anything (at least, not yet)
then a small whisper: "my name is Collette"
X
in the dead of the night, Collette and I sit down
she tells me a story about how she found
a man who was caring, hands gentle and sweet
the same ones that turned her face into ground meat
left her broken and bleeding on filthy cement
for days at a time, with n0 clue where he went
until he returned with a dry hunk of bread
(it was at this point where she wished she were dead)
but nothing about being trapped in her cage
was quite so severe that she o'erflowed with rage
the anger was quiet (how, God only knows)
until her eyes noticed the blood on his clothes
this is the part of the story, at last
where she starts to percolate, talking too fast
the abuse and neglect she could almost condone
until it was clear that she wasn't alone
"how many?", she mumbles through bruises and pain
his eyes thin to slits and he asks "once again?"
"HOW MANY" she shrieks, defiantly shrill
"how many others did you rape and kill!?"
his backhand is swift, sends her yowling, asprawl
with a yelping retreat, she shrinks 'gainst the wall
he hunkers down close, looks her dead in the eyes
in a smug whisper, notes "that’s a surprise"
now she explodes on him, rabid with fury
biting and scratching as he tries to scurry,
"YOU SAID I WAS SPECIAL -- THAT I HAD YOUR HEART
YOU SICK PIECE OF GARBAGE -- I'LL TEAR YOU APART"
taken aback by her sudden demand
knocks out a new tooth with the back of his hand
she crumples, a mess on the cold cement floor
but spots a fine detail unnoticed before
a discarded screwdriver, covered in grime
dropped and forgotten in the sands of time
before she tips over and falls into sleep
she resolves to retrieve it - her secret to keep
seemingly sated, her captor retires
and the instant he's gone, her mind plots and conspires
that once he returns, her last act she'll devote
to plunging the screwdriver deep in his throat
---
a moment or two while I regain my breath
knowing I'm going to witness her death
she pulls from the kiss, hands caressing my face
I'm suddenly nervous, and feel out of place
her expression is vacant, as if in a daze
the fog in these woods is a thick, milky haze
her eyes huge and wet -- an apology
for what's coming next, what she needs me to see
grazing my face with her cold, gentle touch
she edges in closer (I don't mind too much --
the present surroundings might not be ideal
she's so beautiful, and her kiss is unreal)
mouths lock again, and I don't pull away
'give it all to me', my lips and arms say
but no matter how much I try to prepare
I'm taken aback at what's happening in there
down in a dark basement of mouldy concrete
She's tied to a bed, chains on her hands and feet
filthy and dank, she's been down here a week
covered in bruises, fresh cut on her cheek
how did she get here, to lie in the dust?
she made a grave error in choosing to trust
in a man who was sweet to her (at least to start)
then stowed her down here to be battered apart
light flickers on at the top of the stair
her captor wakes her by yanking her hair
pulling her up to stand weak in the dirt
an inch from her face, he whispers "this will hurt"
I can feel every bone snapping in the assault
he screams and growls that this is her fault
watching her crumple, near dead, to the floor
through broken teeth whimpering "please no more"
and this is the moment where he ends the game
seething, repeating "all cunts are the same"
one eye sw0ll' shut , the other wide with fear
he chokes her unconscious, his grin ear to ear
I break the kiss then, screaming "please, love—enough"
drop to my knees, my voice shaking and gruff
she doesn't say anything (at least, not yet)
then a small whisper: "my name is Collette"
X
in the dead of the night, Collette and I sit down
she tells me a story about how she found
a man who was caring, hands gentle and sweet
the same ones that turned her face into ground meat
left her broken and bleeding on filthy cement
for days at a time, with n0 clue where he went
until he returned with a dry hunk of bread
(it was at this point where she wished she were dead)
but nothing about being trapped in her cage
was quite so severe that she o'erflowed with rage
the anger was quiet (how, God only knows)
until her eyes noticed the blood on his clothes
this is the part of the story, at last
where she starts to percolate, talking too fast
the abuse and neglect she could almost condone
until it was clear that she wasn't alone
"how many?", she mumbles through bruises and pain
his eyes thin to slits and he asks "once again?"
"HOW MANY" she shrieks, defiantly shrill
"how many others did you rape and kill!?"
his backhand is swift, sends her yowling, asprawl
with a yelping retreat, she shrinks 'gainst the wall
he hunkers down close, looks her dead in the eyes
in a smug whisper, notes "that’s a surprise"
now she explodes on him, rabid with fury
biting and scratching as he tries to scurry,
"YOU SAID I WAS SPECIAL -- THAT I HAD YOUR HEART
YOU SICK PIECE OF GARBAGE -- I'LL TEAR YOU APART"
taken aback by her sudden demand
knocks out a new tooth with the back of his hand
she crumples, a mess on the cold cement floor
but spots a fine detail unnoticed before
a discarded screwdriver, covered in grime
dropped and forgotten in the sands of time
before she tips over and falls into sleep
she resolves to retrieve it - her secret to keep
seemingly sated, her captor retires
and the instant he's gone, her mind plots and conspires
that once he returns, her last act she'll devote
to plunging the screwdriver deep in his throat
---
Published 29th Mar 2016
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