Pools of blood form beneath my feet
as I make my way past the broken tombstones
Making my way towards lights and civilization
Not knowing that the blood belonged to me
As I stumble from my resting place
as I walk broken and bleeding
surrounded by bitter silence
Not knowing how I came to this place
Or what these cold silent stone watchers now think of me
Until I stumble and fall
in front of an angel craved out of stone
As I stare up at her cold face wondering
how much has she seen?
How many women have fallen before her
as they try to cover up their shame?
Or does she know what it’s like
to be used against her will
Was she one of the brave ones
who was killed because they fought back
against their attacker?
Or did she sit there
Allowing them to do
what they wanted with her
until they made the pain go away
Until her loved ones
were forced to entomb her in this desolated place?
Feeling a sense of comfort
I move to sit under the angel’s protection
too exhausted to try and continue on with my journey
Thinking that in the morning
I would continue my search for aid
But for that night
I would be watched over by my stone sisters