The cell

A long narrow room,

With bars on the door,

It smells like damp,

Water on the floor.

 

The exposed brick,

The darkened light,

I look around,

And see in fright,

 

A young girl’s body,

There in the corner,

Like a rag doll,

No one to mourn her.

 

The shadows drift,

I hear footsteps,

They suddenly stop,

My breath suppressed,

 

The door creeks open,

A man comes in,

He has a weapon,

And is stumbling,

 

He introduces a flame,

To a steel bar,

He burns me with it,

I’m left with a scar.

 

He puts a blindfold,

Over my eyes,

Breath paused again

I unconsciously cry.

 

Up and down,

The cell he goes,

My fears increase,

As tension grows.

 

I open my mouth,

I can take no more,

I’m begging ‘please save me’,

Head pushed to the floor.

 

My blindfold shifts,

I see a knife,

Come at me with force,

And take my life.