Analgesia

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