Bare
The angels played,
Holding hands in a circle
Rosy cheeks and smooth pale skin
A baby's first; small smile...
Their laughter - heady to hear
Like a beautiful melody
Floating, carrying me
Beyond rational thought;
Harnessing my very soul to them
Groups of Ten; Five; a Cross keep me chained.
They pulled me underneath
Enticing me with white dreams and soft clouds.
Hands grasped; united in a circle of cherub faces
Chanting and chanting; their never-ending spell
Weighing me down onto the scratchy cotton;
I can't turn away...
'Hija de Las Pilipinas.'
The bile rising in my throat
Choking a cry for mercy.
While the laughter grew sinister
Dark angels overwhelming the senses -
Dance and dancing and dancing
In a circle of blood and darkness
I'm pinned! I'm frozen!
My heart is torn open; my soul is exposed
The voice so full of contempt -
For me -
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