Her Soul to Take

By Naisha Jain

the scars on her thigh 

too precise to be called an accident 

the painkillers in her cupboard 

a bottle of rum and a jar of fent

her pain too great to be told 

I see it through her eyes yet I can’t get a hold

a hold of the tears she wipes 

nor of the pain she hides 

she lives in deceit 

no, not from those around her but from the demons inside 

for as she lays in bed every night 

she begs her lord "oh don't leave me alive"

for every time she awakes 

she curses the lord her soul to take 

for if he won’t, the demons wait, wide awake 

and as she looks in the mirror 

she’s destroyed by a new scar made each day

By Naisha Jain