Turquoise Draka

The stone floor

Cold as ice

As I lay upon it.

The fear is resting

In my broken bones.

One kick

With that steel-toed boot

And I was motionless.

One crack

Of that powerful whip

And my wrist was bleeding.

The blood running

Between my fingers.

This is the end.

How long have I prayed for this?

But no,

Another demon took me.

But this one was different.

He was kind on the outside.

And I wonder

How would he act later on?

Will he beat me bloody?

My family is dead

And so I don't care anymore.s