By Ifeoluwa Olarenwaju (Caristas)

Isolation…

she smells like a place where silence is the heaviest thing.
she swims in her own pool of tears
Staring at the sacrificial lamb she was turned into:
A sacrificial lamb for wolves in love’s clothing.

She draws back to the genesis; his looks, almost angelic.
He came along with with all-borrowed goodness.
Staring at him was enough.
She had all the satisfaction she needed,
with his eyes fixed on her body
And his mind on her her mind,
Controlling her every thought, every word, and every action

But he transcended in light’s speed
Into a strange beast.
His eyes, stone-cold.
He pushed her and gazed lustfully.
All he wanted was to quench his lust,
And feel light again.

Her pleas flew high into thin air,
But they all fell on deaf ears.
He forced his rock-fleshed muscles into her temple.
At first, she thought she saw heaven,
But no, hell was where she was.

She cursed him.
She cursed herself for being vulnerable.
She cursed all those wolves;
That forcefully turned her into a sacrificial lamb
Tears and bruises wouldn’t let her be

She looked back to the beginning.