Sylvia's Homecoming.

An abstemious silence, chortled through the mist,

with my hands tucked tightly in, I walked on.

Knowing not, where I was heading, knowing not,

where I wanted to head, but knowing this,

that I wanted, in all certainty, to get away.

I had left my coevals behind, unable, to bear any more of it,

the pain, ebbing, as the cold mist played through me.

Endless nights spent in nihility, madness knocking, every other minute,

Depravation, torture.

Behind enemy lines, in that house, they kept,

Subjects to their inhuman lust,

victims without a voice, and no shadow.

A knowledge, without a cause.

A woman without a name, and a man, who beat us,

a feeder, with his putrid flesh, and the demons they kept within.

Demons, not to be seen, and unheard of, demons, of my imagination.

The taste of blood, filling up the mouth, as they fed us, the remains,

inhuman food, I thought.

I had no choice. Chained to bear in silence,

forced, to sleep the churl.

Inebriated, with my very blood, as they pounded their stones, into us.

At first there was pain. Unbearable, mind numbing pain.

My shadow was skinned, part by part, till she gouged herself out, writhing,

as the metal casts were nailed to her skull.

Frenetically, they would rape, bite, and poke,

inducing, a trance, devoid of pain and understanding.

Furtively, they would feed on me, with their eyes gleaming,

cold.

Through the mist I could see a house, not too far away,

as I reached out for it. Dawn, would take me back.

A knock, maybe two, and the door flung open,

and she stared back at me.

'Sylvia. Welcome back home'.