free of freedom

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this child was born in the wind,

free of freedom, ignorant.

bathed not in happiness, neither looking for it.

this child lives between the leaves and the skies,

silently awaiting nothing at all.

no stories to tell, no death to fear.

 

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remember all this

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She’s throwing faeces at the wall. She’s lost her mind. You want to lock her away, give her to someone else. 

She’s throwing faeces at you. She wants you to remember the same way as she does. Can you? 

Hurt, humiliation, torture, agony, numbness & madness. Can you remember all this, Papa? 

Can you imagine the pain you gave her?

Somewhere in her mind, you stand with her in a closed room. She screams as she hurls faeces in your direction. 

Powerlessly, she tries to hurt you too. 

 

 

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made of fear

 

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her grey hair lifts from where it spreads across the pillow,

she wakes in a sweat.

she believes in her dreams,

paying close attention to the man wielding the axe,

made of wisps, made of fear.

she moves to stand up.

surrendering to her will, surrendering his axe,

the man lies down on her mattress, engulfed in her scent,

dreaming of ashen tresses,

and of slender arms lifting a glistening axe.