The Shiny Tears of Angels
Edina's life story is worthy of being told with sympathy,
she was a refugee from worn-torn Kosovo breathing
an air frosted by the harsh wind of January;
she escaped from an abusive father named Bojan
when her town was burned down towards morning,
but that horrifying image is worse than
her living hell lying on a bed facing a window made of cherry wood
as she waits to be abused by men violating her body already bruised.
Today three's no sun peaking, only icy rain falling;
and expecting screams from pain, she starts crying...
who will assault her when that creaking door opens?
But against her will, she must obey the stranger's voice.
Twice a day Vuk, a sturdy Yugoslavian men, walks in
with a tray of bred and water and says, " Eat it, ****! "
Edina shivers and nods for fear of being beaten;
will she gather some courage and finally shout?
How can Edina escape from this tiny room
that has steel window bars like a prison? Her weak, short arms can't ever grope,
they will never bend them and know freedom;
although gloominess is all around her, dim sunrays give her comfort, not hope.
The coldest and longest night awaits her...no sleep for Edina's scared heart;
she'll feel dirty and can't wash the filth away to feel clean...
rough hands will touch her, making her do a despicable act!
Rain won't stop falling: it's the shiny tears of angels rolling down her chin.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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