Broken Spirit Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Feeling the saltiness of his sweat
Mingling with her broken flesh to torment her,
Tears of humiliation, tears of anger,
Of bitterness, Self reproach and tears of revenge ran down from her eyes.
Words died in her throat then there came smiles playing
On his lips.
she felt it like a sting blow.
Her ears spun, taking in all the sounds
In the room, the tick tock of the clock,
The whirl of the fan, the music that
Flew in softly from one of the rooms, every thing.
His speech betrayed her surprise, the joy that
Had bubbled in her all day long dried in its stream.
He took her from the rapturous heaven of a few minutes
Ago to a blazing hell.
From bloom to gloom, from gladness to heaviness.
It came like the faraway cry of a little child
From a distance land.
Mucus from his nose joined in the journey of water from her eyes.
Within a tickle of an eyes, she was broken and defiled from
Girlhood to womanhood.
Her tomorrow has been broken and taken to exile in a strange land of tears and sorrow.
Having longed to escape insanity for sanity
Her worse dreams, her nightmare.
Her hatred on him bubbling with a fierce passion
Voice cool but as deadly as poisonous snake.
In a sharp explosion, his confidence almost failed.
She felt the small sharp stabs of tears pricked her eyeslid,
He had murdered her joy and peace gradually
Gently she tried to scrape the bitterness from
Her saliva coated tongue, it was the nut she had eaten,
It was the humiliation and defeat, the bitter taste of womanhood
In the head of a father, blood to blood.
Dont forget but let go her spirit advice.
She moaned and groaned on the bed each time he penetrate her,
In a mixture of anger and excitement.
Her moans echoed Reverberated,
It sting the ears and makes the tongue bitter.
Nothing to sooth her pain in her heart,
She had been with this searing pains in her heat, rape.
She was emotional about all but longed for revenge, and murder
Her tears were dried because its supply had been depleted.
Now she longed for the day she will gather the
Broken spirit, heart, mind, and emotions,
And strike without missing, yes she would at all cost
And return sanity to her humble spirit.
It mattered not who he is,
The broken spirit has to be gathered and couple together as one to behold.