My body’s wringed from sacrifice,
Crazed soul locked within,
An offering that can’t please your gods.
This sharp pain strikes me,
Turning me into mucky ashes.
And, look, the dark is knotting
In crispy curls over my spirit.
This whiter night is pulsing
Inside me, suffocating
I feel the savor of younger flesh,
Diving in my womb.
Just let me burn in sacrifice.
It’s unfair and piteous
How I end a life
That’s biting out of me too soon.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila