Each ****** of their bodies
With each sickening breath.
Only adding to the humiliation
The only relief being…death.

No not a physical death,
Where the body rots away.
But more in the way of my will to fight dying,
Stripping away the faith I had in simple human decency.

Leaving my spirit a trembling child,
Fragile is the word even as I speak it.
Barely letting it tumble from our lips,
Grasping into that time and space
Wishing to preserve it.
Only to have it stolen away and broken.

Shattered and torn searching in desperation
To return to the place where we knew not of such things.
Innocence, there is the word.

Although I wish it and wished it harder still then,
It’s time had come and gone
And we parted,
my innocence and I.

-Marie
09/06/2006