Mosquitoes

No one knows, no one knows what you feel when your liberty is taken away.

No one knows, no one knows the pain I felt as my body was violated by a vermin.

No one knows, yet everyone pretends to know.



I remember the ripping of flesh vividly.

I remember the cold floor as I fell, trying to fight him off me.

I remember the sting, the sharp cold against my back.



It was hot outside, the sound of mosquitoes my only solace.

It was hot outside and the sweat on his face mirrored what he felt inside, heat, demonic heat coupled with lust…rage, malice.

It was hot outside and the sound of the mosquitos sang a song of solitude.



I am paralysed, my body fails me,my mind abandons me.

I am paralysed, I try to scream yet my voice is as silent as the song of the mosquitoes.

I am paralysed, my limbs numb, limp ,as alive as a dead seed.



I feel the rip of my skin, the death of my innocents.

I feel the scar, deep inside my soul. I am a broken vessel, tainted by evil.

I feel the drop of sweat as it falls from his face, an infinite thread

I feel his thrust as he crumbles inside me. He is limp, I am dead.



The mosquitoes sing, a loud song of sorrow.

The, mosquitoes sing as my soul leaves the vessel it once called a body.

The mosquitoes sing as I am left a shell of the girl I used to be.

The mosquitoes sing as I pray for a better tomorrow.

Sing a song of deliverance, sing a song of freedom, and chant a song of sorrow.