The Infirm by Natasha Chebet Mutai
I can’t feel the pain anymore The monster is no more But the trauma is in yet His cold grip of iron squeezes Tears cascade down my visage I’m sad beyond salvage Destroyed Worn out I saw him He winked I squeaked As he shortened the distance I suffered to elongate it I turned, Ran…. skipped puddles in the rain But when I turned, His yellow tainted canines Black with rot at the gums Were right behind me The grin spelt death As he let out a cold breath I shuddered at his mere sight I froze as his hand rose He grabbed me Wrestled me to the ground And there I lay before him His unsated hunger Dangerous lust And deep-rooted libido Etching dangerously in his eyes His touch as cold as ice Like the crawls of a thousand mice Then came the pain so excruciating The unbearable torture His was no excursion Only lust that was poison Naked Stranded Branded and paraded Rendered valueless Useless Helpless! I ...