Rose
I’m back in captivity but this time, I scream. I scream and fight and act like the wild animal they’ve made me become. I bite and snarl and when I’ve lost my voice, I whisper Abel’s name.
And I wonder if I’m a genius or simply a madwoman.
I have hours to wonder if he’s okay and if he’s afraid of me now.
If I ever uttered a prayer, it’d be for Abel to never be afraid of me.
He is everything good and I scratch at the walls until my fingers bleed because I want that goodness back.
I never cried before. I never screamed. I only ever counted. But I never had anything to lose before. Things are different now.
In my madness, I am desperate. In my infatuation, I am violent for Abel.
Set me free, set me free, I begin to chant to no one. My voice is gone but I am still full of fire even if my hands are bloodied and my eyes sting from my tears and my head pounds from my screaming.
I am full of fire and rage and I will not stop until I’m back with him.