Friday, October 30, 2015

The Night Remembers

Daniel Murtagh Photograph
Visual prompt by Magpie Tales

It was long ago
half a world
and a third of a lifetime
away
but in the night
too new.

She had been
drugged
it was a blessing
they said
she could not recall
but
the night remembers.

Her body
would curl 
as if still bound
her fists clenched
wrists together 
tied
she would scream.

The night always remembered
she hated sleep
releasing her mind
to the night
she was drugged
bound
and raped.

J. Binford-Bell
October 2016

2 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, that's dark but excellent nevertheless.

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  2. a very poignant poem, rape is indeed the most heinous crime.

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