Echo in a crack
Hidden from blinding persecution
In the sanctuary of warm, dark solace,
Still, a silent scream awaits.
Simmering gushes of viscous redness
Dammed in place by scalding crimson chains
Gnawing agonizingly into the marrow.
Like a marionette's muted misery.
A life enslaved to an enduring murder
By the hands of an unseen maker.
In this veiled, voiceless visage.
With wrath embalmed.
Echo in a crack.