child

The little girl sits near me.
Her light gray eyes
Shards of glass, ready to penetrate.
She laughs ever so lightly.
The laugh of innocence,
Curiosity.
My whole body sits numb, paralyzed.
A strange substance, colorless,
Turned me into a fearful statue.

A sharp movement of her tiny hand.
Thus she opens my body,
What surprises might it hold?
A moment of wait…then the pain.
Like a thousand laughing monsters
My body seems suspended
On a thousand rusty nails.

I cannot scream, my jaws are sealed.
My eyes, forced to watch.
She smiles, giggles.
Her hand reaches slowly inside…
Every inch burns white, my eyes are spinning.
A jolt inside my body, what is she doing?
Suddenly her hand comes up
She’s holding a stomach, triumphantly.
My whole body is wailing for help,
It wants to twitch horribly,
To spit the poison, repel the small hand.
I can hear its high pitched whine, deep inside my head.

I’m still hanging on…
The slight string has not yet been broken,
The path of life still mildly clear.
She is setting my organs apart so carefully.
I cannot feel pain, just a blind shock…
My body cringes under the blows of a little girl,
Waiting for a mercy that never came.

So clever the little one, choosing the organs
That are less vital…so I can suffer a little longer…
Just a bit more blood, she wants to keep me
Imprisoned inside my own nightmare
Powerless as she devours my body.
My organs are on fire, the death parade awaits me.
She reaches ever so slowly, fatally,
Towards my still pumping heart.
She tickles it, enthusiast.
My heart is alone, victim of insanity,
Curiosity, my pain…
I long to spit out blood and to end this ravish…

She breaks that vital organ free at last,
Ripping it with incredible force.
My world dims on her pale face, gray eyes.
No…no, I am terrified of death…
Please no, I beg my cold body to survive…
The girl looks down, satisfied at her dead mother.
Now she can conduct her experiments.