AN ODE TO THE LOST WOMAN

Sometimes a scream trembles in my mind
Looking for an escape
But the tongue refuses utterance
It is a sacrilege
Don't say, don't speak, don't think
Put your head down
Pretend you don't exist
Pretend you don't breathe
Then perhaps they wont plague you
Wont crowd your mind
With lecherous thoughts
With sly coveted touches
Sit still and let them do what they want
Don't move for they can sense fear
They break out in laughter
Wild and abandoned
Beneath them stirs a shape
Somebody who now doesn't exist
They sit there devouring the heart and soul
And that which was known as a woman
Is no more
Rejoice for she is no more
For she will breathe no more
And the world has just turned barren
That is the end with no hope of the beginning.