Madelene Calalo - Haunt

Time,
Most say,
Can heal all wounds.
Time, time, Damn! Time can’t heal.
Never can it stitch off the scars you left.
No, it won’t even cure your impenetrable self.
That horrid being concealed in such innocent face
Damned, Divulge thy madness to reveal no existing grace.
Nothing clear, nothing real. No, you are nothing at all! Nothing
But a filthy nauseating revolting mad frantic excruciating…NOTHING!
Nothing can describe a swindler as you… Not a word for the horror you do.
Since the time you stripped me bare covered with nothing but cold flesh
Pierced my consciousness into the ingress of terror and regret,
You stabbed mostly each pure unblemished part of me
That night your vigorous arms clenched my body.
And now revenge is all that’s in my head.
For you have slaughtered me
When you left me
Damaged
Bruised
Dead.

Madelene Calalo

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