“I was tortured as a child” – she says
And I see pain writing wrinkles around her eyes.
When she slowly caresses the night
And covers her face with a shirt.
I saw rainbows of pain
Hovering like nimbus around her head
And couldn’t say, I couldn’t say a word.
“But I had lots of joy too”- reveals she
I had to cure myself, walk like a nymph
And eat fresh summer grass
To feed myself and clean from the pain.
And she jumps like a child
And slaps my ass
And sun pops out in the sky
And birds awake in the still dark.