A lash with prayer...
A lash on the back
blood splashed on his face
a head bowed in prayer
in a black hallowed place...
A touch with an edge
splintered and sharp
a verse from a book
with a cry in the dark...
A wall with no door
with no place to hide
a thud from above
with a curse deep and wide...
A fall on the floor
from a kick in the butt
a tear falling fast
and an ache in the gut...
A terror by night
and a cut in the day
keeps coming back
and will not go away...
Joy Weare,
23rd January, 2010.
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