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it was that dull ache that kept her going

a longing for freedom whatever that meant

confined to the straight-jacket of her mind

she tore at the shackles until her heart bled

clots obstructed safe burden-less passage 

stenosed angry valves of calcified reason

fear-full emotion angst existential pain


tarred and feathered she hung on to hurt

became a victim of self-imposed torture

powerless tied to the tight roped noose

eyes gaping in terror torture blindsight

mouth twisted in agony and void scream

her ears throbbed from constant drumbeat

released vile pus that would not scar over

formed venomous channels into her brain

while relentless torture became the norm


all she did was to speak out against injustice

demanded to live and narrate her own story

pure untarnished by complicit thought control

but they crushed her pen and broke her fingers

mocked all resolve and continued to pulp her

into surrender and waited for her to give up 


they fed her night mares and rationed the food

but insomniac and starving she became immune

to deprivation and depraved masters of evil

twisted wrists though fractured and disfigured

shaped her escape when handcuffs loosened

sharpened restraints into blades of defence


the ache did not vanish but altered her view

on humanity incarceration and empowerment

liberation comes at a price and increased value


she locks the door behind me and glimpses revenge

no pardon no thumb screws not even cut throats

for when oppressors have no one else to persecute

but themselves the ultimate punishment is served


23rd April 2021

Writing Prompt Ache 

Constance La France

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