The Monster Continues To Mock Me
- But I WILL Survive

Felt a sense of dread
as "He" put his hands
on my arm,
couldn't train to cope
this engulfing
ALARM.
Each time it happened,
more difficult to hide,
The mutilating massacre
destroying my insides.

Tried to conceal
the horrid repugnance
starting to brew,
Yet,
flowed from my eyes
in naked view.
My potential "slayer"
would then start...
to peel my bodies skin,
for my existence,
for to "Him",
was a sin.

It's starting again,
the source of my cursed life,
having the power
of a sharp gleaming knife.
Pushing me slowly...
so slowly...
with the impious purpose
of destroying me,
silently...
consumingly...
toyingly.

Edged me inch by inch
til I fell down the abyss
to sink,
within the pit
of myself
where I
could no longer...
think.
But managed some how,
to stand up,
inside my own body,
upon my bleeding feet,
flinching desperately in darkness
which contained...
my death seat.

Sought for the world
through my wee pores,
clawed my veins about,
in search for a door.
Knew what awaited,
stiffening as I swore,
for if I failed,
my brain inside
my fractured skull,
would be mine
nevermore.
Somehow fight,
tooth and nail,
fight back, triumph,
dare not fail.

Scar upon scar,
these falls have
left upon my soul.
My livelihood,
my very life,
must cast out from this...
hole.

To jest around
with human minds,
how dare "He" be so cruel?
I'm innocent,
can't comprehend
this life...
an April Fool.

Glasses of hate
burst all about,
like firey stardust,
giving me the needed will
to somehow...
re-a-just.

Although I'll live
in constant dread
and continuously ask myself,
WHY?
"That" mighty force
so close about,
wants for me to
die.
But one things clear,
I want to live,
to live,
to stay alive,
The animal in me
pounds and screams,
somehow
I will
survive!
Savanah ~Laverne
©

Came upon a house of mirrors,
My countless reflections
were there on display,
Couldn't discern
which was really me;
in horror,
And much to my dismay...
Savanah ~Laverne

LOVE AND ROMANCE IN SPANISH
AMOR POSTALES

Tragedy is the greatest art form of all.
It gives us the courage to continue with
our life by exposing us to the pain of life.
It is unsentimental, it takes us seriously
as human beings, it is not condescending.
Paradoxically, by seeing pain we are made
greater, it becomes a need.
- Howard Barker

Pain is the doorway
to wisdom and to truth.
- Keith Miller

And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our
own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to
us by the awful grace of God.
- Aeschylus