Sorry for that pain that I’ve caused
From your dying screams
To the melodic tapestry of a cheese tastery
Mahogany walls dripping with class
Pungent and rich,
Creamy delicacies melting in the mouth with the slight tang of
The broken love of a mother’s milk
From your bleeding skins
To the shining leather bags that I carry so proudly
Gucci and Versace,
Glistening gold, the veil of luxury
a dream, and hope
So quickly denied
By the concrete walls of the dark, damp, dens
of the ghost-life and death.
From the smell of fear and pain and sickness
To the smell of freshly fried wings, and the roasted turkey
Spices so sweet and salty, mixed in a exuberant mixture
Something you’ve never known.
It's hard to hear
The silent scream
wrapped around my neck
A layer of furry warmth
Hard to see the masks we put on
Cranberry lipsticks, holographic highlighters
Rainbows picked, prepared and produced,
Promised potions of youth.
Were first injected in you
Angry welts, boils bursting, milky and sunken eyes
veins protrude in everlasting agony
See how far your body would protest
Before it would fail
For our safety.
It’s not over.
But, I promise