Paroxysms of Pain

Spasm jerks of trauma,

Silent screams of the heart.

Ground teeth,

Agony of gut ripped.

How did you get here?

It says, “I never left.”

Though you throw, crack, stomp,

We will not go.

Though you kill,

We will not ignore.

We will fight with weapons

You cannot conceive.

Her body gave out;

His life was taken.

An innocent was born

And lost again.

Tears were extracted

Then dams burst.

A rage so deep,

A hurt beyond measure.

As if the crust were eyelids,

And my inmost the molten core.

I dream of bodies

Piled up,

Never buried,

Pale and swollen,

An ache without end.

Did you think I had given up?

Did you think I’d stay crushed?

I know you, coward.

We all see you now.

Unmasked

In the time of masking.

Where death is not death,

Though we beg for it.

Where life is not life,

But a subterranean paroxysm

Of Pain without end.