FRESH FLESH PUPPET

This morning when i woke up i was in bed

I didn't know why I couldn't move my head

A man in white told me they found me naked

So weak and hurt that my skin had faded

I thought I was sick or hurt

But my memory was a desert

 He said that I had been raped

Blurted on the ground left for dead

I started to cry my tears couldn't dry

I wanted to quit my body and die

But I couldn't walk

But I couldn't talk

He told me that now it was over

That soon I will recover

It was a lie, my bones were shouting pain

My blood was turning into a black rain

Then I remembered

Their breath in my nose

Their hands their fingers in my holes

Their shouts in my ears

Their spits on my tears

Eating every pieces of my charms

Fresh flesh puppet in rippers ‘arms

They punched me so deeply

That I lost my mind and body

Now that it's over

I'll spend years to recover

Will I be me again?

Will I forget that pain?

I'm a flower crushed by the boots of death

Them, they are free and stuffed.

CHRISTOPHE PARIS