Flashbacks
Pierre Roustan
Every time I see
Her face tremble,
The tyrants of fear
Teeming in her heart--
Every time I watch
Her look at me
With eyes upon a demon
Desiring to devour her--
Every time I hear
Her convulsions carry
The king of chaos
In her fragile voice--
Every time I touch
Naked time on her skin,
Feeling it shed
Sheer contamination--
I remember the man
Who did this to her
In the past--
Wishing I could kill him.
