The raids were the worst.
They bore deep into my linear consciousness like nothing else ever could.
Indeed, love, lies, bleeding all over me, and there was nothing I could do.
The minutes on the clock ticked away from the nine o'clock hour,
and as it got closer to ten, it was like watching the last of the sand fall in the hourglass.
I hated what came next.
The sound of boots on the old wooden stairway and the creaking of the door.
No ceremony, no warmth, no heart, nothing.
The execution commences, announced by Lala, and her music I could never buy.
Ten o'clock arrived, and it would last until the end of time.
The bindings on my wrists and ankles hurt, but I was used to them.
The paintings on the wall would melt, and their colors would run.
Saddness, anger, vengeance, damage.
Eternal night, Wednesday.
I would be imprisoned here forever, and no one knew.
Why?
Was everything this blurry and distorted?
Did you know what it meant?
Did you know you were inflicting wounds?
It began so long ago.
Of these faces, I could only imagine the self-absorbed pride they felt.
A stupid grin, confirming in their simple brains that they succeeded somehow.
Pleading, just not this one.
But it did not matter.
You would live your life the way you wanted, dying a thousand times.
You knew it.
But you did not see it until much later.
You know that you were richer than anyone you have ever known,
But that fact escaped you for a lifetime.
As I search the corners of my heart and soul, I see fragments of broken glass.
The raids came and went, over and over again throughout the years.
They changed us.
Who would we have been?
Who could we have been?
If only
You knew what you had.
