Her piercing screams sliced through the night in June like a siren caught in a fisherman’s trap trying to free itself
She was writhing on the cold hard cement floor as if she were a worm
Her left hand was over her abdomen and her right was flailing around for help
One more scream and grandma came running to investigate
She stood at the door and watched the little girl squirming and screaming for help
With the speed of light, she was by her on her arthritic knees offering some comfort
With the same pace horny couples use to rip off their clothes and any other obstacle barring their love-making,
Grandma pulled at the gold and black beaded waist-chain which had graced the slim waist of the girl
She cut the string and caused the tiny beads to disperse helter skelter
Running into dark corners to hide from the terror.
That was when the sacrifice began
The scarlet red fluid gushed out as if the pipe had been broken
So, she was not only wallowing in pain but in the sacrificial blood
Something had to give way
It was either her future or the child
“Trade your family’s honor for shame by growing this human”
Those were the words Fear had used to paint all that could go wrong
His control was strong enough to feed her misoprostol like a communion wafer
And vodka, the purifying element
And as a faithful communicant of Fear,
She had opened her mouth to say ‘Amen’ as the offering traveled to her uterus
By the covenant of the blood,
No one was to know what the ritual was for
So, when she was asked, “what’s the problem?”
She answered quickly, “it’s my monthly flow”
Her heart constricted when those lies strolled out of her lips
By that, a sin was created
Like a butcher would hack the head of his catch
The pain cut through her abdomen
With her final gut-wrenching scream,
She crawled into a ball under the Queen size bed
A wave of relief causing her to pass out.
Really thought-provoking…