Taste Of Anger

Cement

I am struck by a mischievous shiver when I remember that I am still here, 

Biting into a body close to the abyss, 

Cold and smooth like a marble piece.

We, too, when the heat intensified, 

Would rest our heads on the marble in delight, 

Lick the walls, and crawl naked on the kitchen floor. 

And now, what are we supposed to do while the cement still surrounds us? 

I don't know. 

Cement is mischievous enough to silence screams 

And could even pierce young bones.