I feel a presence over me making me tremble with fear.
The hot breath blowing on my face in a steady rhythm.
I count the seconds afraid to move.
Afraid to breathe lest i provoke him.
Maybe if i play dead today he will leave.
A foolish prayer, but hope is all i have.
Maybe if i play dead today he will not touch me.
A foolish chant , but hope is all i have.
Maybe if i play dead today he will let me live another day.
A foolish wish for a child.
Owned and possessed to perform a dance as ancient as time.
My ragged child forgotten and replaced with a living one.
I do not understand,
The stabbing pain, but i endure.
Maybe if i play dead today, i won't feel this reality
With my eyes closed i see no end, just darkness as i wait...
