Drowning In Red Sorrow Poem by Chantelle Nixon

I remember anticipation, fear
Suffocating, grabbing, crying, laughing
Rough hands to deaden my screams
Blazing by the pressing of four bodies
Destroyed by a fire forced to endure
Watching, yelling, demanding, hitting
Tears, tears; what did I do? What did I say?
My innocence had left me, said it had to rush away
And it was over, finished, stopped
Took me awhile to come back to mind
And then I saw the serene, straight-edged whiteness
With sharp red ink that taunted me, reminded me
The ink made me scream because it screamed at me
The red that read to me, that you meant me no harm
I was Strumpet for the day
Red falls from the ceiling on the walls to the floors
Tears so hot, boiling as the red drips out so does my life
As I remember the strength I lacked to fight off my attack
Everything just fades to black