It was humid and warm, A cooling summer breeze,The road was long, Hugging me throughout.
We arrived to a heritage house, They welcomed us with fine wine, fruits and cheese on the big table.
I stole a glance from the little window, I saw a dirty barn; Mud, dung, and hay; And two beautiful girls tied up .They looked like nymphs, a very long black hair, two skinny whites with wide black eyes.
The eldest one is lying on the short wall out of laziness and the little one was buried in the mud. They had animalistic instincts and cannot understand our language. They looked at us as they look at inanimate objects, like trees and rocks. It is the gaze of a stranger.
You pulled the eldest by the tied rope around her neck and took her away.I knew you were going to fuck her;
I remained in the barn, observing the little girl, the nature of this little hybrid creature. Their mother came suddenly , stand next to me observing her child and said proudly : "they are my sweet and dear daughters ,they are of girls of a race". I kept looking only, unable to utter a word. I got lost in visions, images, and thoughts.
As soon as you finished, you came to us and said it was time to leave before the sun goes down. We left in complete silence, as if we were in a time where words were not understood.
I will never ask you about it, there is nothing to be explained. I didn't want to live this, I didn't want to see this form of animality.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
