Coagulated Memories Poem by Josiah Bayne

Now this is a story fueled by the vengeance and rage
Of when a broken little girl wakes up and turns another page
Cause her tears are no longer red, but beige
Thick coagulated memories that soak this stage
Every morning she wakes and the curtains wave
Viscous and heavy like black smoke from mass graves
Straining to see through the burning haze
Just enough to pray the world behaves today.
 
Now she remembers hearing 'Gone is the age of slaves'
But she knows the real truth so she promptly trades
Her broken heart for brass knuckles and blades
Not forgetting whips, chains and a cage
While she makes all effort to explain
To all the God's of yesterday
That today will only be a memory
When tomorrow slaps her in the face.
 
She thought they were great friends
And she knew everything by now
But late one evening when she least expected
He let his beast come ripping out
And he takes her that night virtually breaking her pride
Making her wish she never took that ride
And kept her special smile tucked safely inside
But that's in the past, she lives in the now
Where heartaches and nightmares are always allowed
And desperate for vengeance on all who won't tell
A child of heaven becomes an emissary of hell.
 
Crimson red erupts from her face for the last time,
Trickling down between her breasts
Painting over the scars on her chest
And colouring the wounds gutted by regrets
As she squeezes what would be her last breath
From her lips
As he heaves between her hips
Primal lust held firmly in his grip
As he takes her on the very last trip
Of her lifetime.
And she prays it will end soon
She told Grandma she'll be there since noon
And Grandma needs me, she needs me, she needs me...
 
So she closed her eyes so tight
When she opened them again years had passed
Grandma was long gone in flesh
But her memory would forever last
And with it comes stories of old
The realest tears fall from the heart and cover the soul
She's weeping cause the beauty of the night
Stops at her tombstone
In a graveyard filled with broken statues
Shattered dreams their only home
A little girl cries out for help
But knows in her heart she's all alone..
 
She's just tired of feeling,
Swept up so many fragments, now she prays without believing
She's been doing this for so long I don't know why we're not seeing
That clouds hover over her corner of world
Pain sticking to her like expensive cologne
Isn't it funny how we feel so much but don't say a word
We're screaming all out inside but we can't be heard
We say what's the point of talking when nobody ever hears
And when a tear drops deep in the darkness,
Was there ever really a tear?
 
Every day you look right past her
Can't you hear her shriek of pain?
The agonizing cries ringing in my ears
Have almost become a permanent stain
On and in my character
I curse those who laugh at her
She's always knocking on hearts and getting hollow replies
She enters her house backwards every night
Hoping her demons don't favour the light
And she'll get just a fragment of peace and quiet.
 
But she wakes to a world that's all the same
So she closes her eyes and cries again
Healthy tears
Cause with each dropp that hits the floor
She straightens her back a little more
Once again ready to face the world
No more a broken little girl
Snot-nosed and crying
Gotta look up to see her
Cause now she's flying
Determined to rise above all the trauma in her past
I salute you little girl
You've gained both respect, and class.