Damned For All Time Poem by Francie Lynch

I knew her with youth's folly;
The fumbling hands,
The tumbling wills,
The limbs entwined kind of passion;
The dinner glances,
The unbridled dances,
Commando skirts,
Deep knee squats,
Any mode that relieved our wants;
When to massage,
When to jerk.
Any and all,
Whatever worked.

I've screamed into an empty barrel,
Ran barefoot where I shouldn't,
Slid rusty things under my nails,
Touched my eyes with sharp sticks,
Ground my teeth with electric power,
Scorched my skin beneath the shower,
Turned informer on my closest friends,
Drank turpentine and kerosene,
Mercury and gasoline,
Tore my skin, rend my entrails,
And other parts clearly unseen,
Including my immortal soul,
My spirit, though damned I be.
Call me to prayer, ring the bells,
Lift me from this living hell.