Blood and Tears

Tears upon my pillow.
Blood upon my sheets.
The dagger within my heart,
And the nails beneath my feet.
Needles throughout my skull.
Jagged glass within my hands.
Fire upon my burning skin.
Spikes torn through my glands.
Burning coals upon my back.
Barbed wire tangled on my legs.
Iron stakes through my eyes.
A pitchfork through my head.
Snakes around my fragile ribs.
Maggots eat my hands.
A tear, a gasp, a little prayer.
Still you do not understand.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire