Just once, she’d like to be the one up there on the cross
Instead of with the masses
Time and time again, she spreads her arms
While her mind wraps the rope around and around
‘Tighter this time’
She doesn’t want to slip
She doesn’t want to fall
Circulation drops; hands turn red
She waits, and waits, and waits
Fingers throbbing, pressure mounting
They see her now
Hanging there; a sacrifice of her own making
A nameless face tugs on her skirt
Then her skin; pinching and scratching
Blood and tears; tears and blood
They take what is offered and more
Always more;
Rape and Brutality; never satiated
They’ve already forgotten her
She sighs at the irony
