Buried in the Past
A #SurvivorStory by Kimberly
Buried In The Past
Muffled screams of my ancestor
can still be heard
directly in the space
where her past sleeps
This time there is no filthy hand
clamped over her mouth
We can hear her, I can hear her
Giant memories shake,
they rumble the Earth
they tell me to tell
If I look at dirt strewn about
I can see a stolen innocence
seeped into a massive chasm
He took her whole
No strong arms reached out to rescue
massive muscles of sweat
piled upon thick bones
extended way into her comfort zone
He grabbed her over and over again
Aunty screeches at me to flee
Begs me to sharpen my axe
of what needs to be cut down
I will have to slay him
I must reveal him
Never did she rest in her resting spot
yet he sleeps peacefully in his eternal place
My sword of ink is prepared to destroy him
Right after I free her
with words she never got to say
It is not the kid’s fault, scream my ink spots
She was merely a child, your child
Scared.. no make that terrified.
You are but a lowly coward.
Did you even see who she was?
Your cold blood cursed through her veins.
It’s okay girl, I will save you
Leave. Her. Be.
Rot. In. Your Spot.
Stagnant stench will linger only to you.
We know your secrets.
Nothing is kept there anymore.
Hate. You. For. Violating Her.
I push my weapon deeper
You. Will. Not. Rest. Now. Eternity Knows.
Spit comes from my bitter saliva
it lands forcefully on his plot
Stripped of a memory stone
he lays unacknowledged
Rise up and be free
Sing songs of joy
dance amongst stars
No longer is she buried in the past.