Torment Poem by Sydney Giardella

Here I lay
among the glimmering blades of grass

The gentle rain
falls peacefully all around

As though the clouds above me are blowing tender kisses of dewdrops
The clouds glow an eerie grayish-blue in the moonlight

A gentle breeze is rolling through the night that cools my damp cheeks
It softens the sting of the wounds that engulf my body

As if my gashes and slits are a bludgeoning hug
Mincing my bones into the dust they were assembled with

And all of a sudden
The breeze hastens its pace

It is no longer a gentle breeze,
But a violent, thrashing wall of air crashing down on my shredded skin

I can feel the wind licking greedily at my lacerations
It mauls my open wounds like that of a great grizzly
mutilating any remaining recognizable features
that classify me as human

The weather is now merciless,
and the rain surges down on me like a monstrous tsunami

In a desperate attempt to cry out for help,
I ingest a mouthful of water

The water is a horrid fire
Incinerating my lungs in an instant
Even seeping through my every orifice
Drowning me from the inside out

My swelling eyes are inflamed
Salty tears stream down my face
Setting fire to the nicks that litter my cheeks

I am now gagging on my own blood
I regurgitate what little I have left in my vacant stomach

I use what strength I have left to tilt my head back and close my eyes
I bask in that short moment of bliss before it is gone

Before I am gone