Shackled, stripped naked, they dragged her. She grit
her teeth, bit her lip. Blood poured,
drip drip—scarlet on white. Inside out, a superficial
white hell. She loathed her microscopic cell, despised the prison’s
clinical eyes, probing under her skin. Self conscious,
ugly as sin.
She craved for clothes but they cloaked her in icy dirt. Biting decay
gnawed, rancid rot mauled, insisted she choke—she resisted,
crawled, stood numb, dignity drip dripping. Hauled
onto a steel slab, they tried to
smother her, laced her face with acid, she bawled—screamed at searing
heat crawling her skin, but they scowled—dug in. She lay burning, they
hurled singeing chemicals at her. Skin-deep in agony she rued her crime—pleaded, moaned. A new nauseating ache seized her frame, she heaved,
groaned, wave after wave of paralyzing charge pierced
her membranes. She tried focussing, evoking a time she’d felt free, no
pain. But saw in vain
her charred body smoking, drip dripping its cindery skin.
Later, esteemed experts had full control, brilliant white teeth beamed:
“Trust us, we can set you free—make you feel whole.”
They began shredding her. She passed out. Red pigment flew about,
drops of life hit sterile white walls—drip drip, blood shed. Her skin
slashed, peeled back—they ransacked; erased her organs,
replaced with sinister fakes. Ligaments to break, they blasted her hands,
tied vessels into knots, gouged her glands. They sewed her spleen
to her spine. Sucked
life from tiny air sacs, then meters of intestines—ripped, hacked.
Cartilage and arteries cut, tissue and tendons lifted, laid parallel.
Reshaping her larynx, her voice grafted well—now hugging
her gut. They hummed
as they mutilated. Then moved on. To the next cell.
Time passed; the prisoner came around. She struggled for sight, still
bound. Pus oozed from her eyes. She rolled them wildly, but plastic
white was all she could see. Her mouth opened to scream, but the muffled
wail seeped from her belly instead. Guards rushed in glee, thrusting
giant mirrors they gushed, “No pain, no gain”.
She stared in dread at the thing...her reflection. Drip drip, artificial
tears slipped, ruptured her wounds. She wished she were dead.
But later, time now on her side, her assets frail, the pacified prisoner
was bailed. She stood staring at the perfect
sculpture in the mirror.
She was free.