Epilogue

I've got the smell of Vodka in my head

and a bittersweet taste in my mouth,

and my own blood red

oozing from the overhead clouds.

To eat is forbidden, to drink- a crime,

To speak is impossible, to breathe- a sin of mine.

I cry to to let it out, but the out is within me,

I can't let the sigh escape lest the void painful be

Tissues and towels and water all around

but to these smears and stains I seem forever bound.

I've seen their harsh brutality up close,

I've stared into the darkness their eyes chose.

My stomach and bones and muscles all ache-

I've taken all of what I could possibly take.

The once-bright diamonds've been lost, dirtied and faded.

What, then, for have we ourselves traded? 

I swallow the phlegm- down my dry throat,

I put all that I must down on a note.

My fingers trembled first and then my eyes, 

My heart stopped first and then I died.