Et nunc...non credat

[draveneyes]

She came to me in dissidence
Like a thunder-frightened child;
Told me of her nightmare
And showed me where it hurt.
I traced her blood with
My blue firing squad eyes
Seeing the destruction of
That which was so beautiful.
I ran my fingers down
Her finger-scourged back
And kissed her neck on
The bite marks with my tears.
She told me that Hell
Is a shitty bathroom stall
Where no one can hear you panic
Like the basement of her mind.
She felt her world shatter
From the sound of her screaming
And resigned thoughts of horror
Saying "Jesus, make it stop!"
And as the time was crawling
In a night of angels crying
She felt her hope expire
Like an infant's sudden death.
What happens to the dragon
Who hunts down all the children
With violence in its silence
...and hatred on its breath?