Channon. Chris.Thinking of this
Must open the window
I feel the retching asphyxia of one who knows
they were told a lie.
Here, at the very end of the earth-
It is still safe in one’s car…
“Don’t look” says the boy. “close your eyes!”
(in this part of the loop)
she also cries.
Sobs, pleading, and finally , the bargaining.
There will be no compromise.
(” I will get through this. I want to live. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger” ” I will come out of this alive”)
For she is young, and these comfort her.
No punishment is forgotten.
When they tire of her flesh,
The last hours they try to steal her will, her spirit, her dignity
Now she is praying.
Some verse I have heard before.
“Please, let this end”..
She thanks her parents,
asks God to take care of them,
A winter rope swing ..
off a precipice
She flies. (“i’m free, I can breathe!”)
The endless horizon , summerland sky.
The black, fixed in the camera
in the blue of her eyes.