My Remains

Torn I am- woman from flesh

Barbarically persuaded into a utopia not knowing it’s a preface of a mirage painted eons ago

Devoured strategically – female to girl placed sacrificially on a podium

Vulnerability orchestrated to perfection

Credulously I cling to a yearning of reaching my never- land

Hell-bent on reclaiming my morality

Hear me, hear me scream

For I remain trapped in this mummified edition of self

Take need when I call out in desperation to be unraveled and redressed

Stop tyrannizing me and look into my eyes

Terminate this ravishment you’ve unleashed on my soul

Take a glance into my eyes and witness purgatory in the making

Wrenched I’ve become at the sight of my remain

By: Linda RM Baumann
20 January 2016
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