When I returned from India…

When I returned from India I was…

Terrorised out of my mind by a people from a land, culture I’d never known; people came to claim and take my soul away a people who I’d never shared a moment of intimacy with. As crazed opportunists, fuelled with spite and enraged with envy they hastened to encroach desolating innocence into a pit of despair that they’d dug from pushing out, hand carved sculpted imprint of depraved terror, fashioned in resentment of self despised image surmised from disparity.

Completely deprived of life; isolated, voided from necessity to notice even a want for food or drink. Malnourished, bound by trauma tied by dissociation to threshold of inflicted starvation in eye sight of materialistic abundance, in land ever so plentiful… with a generosity of ignorance. Here inside rotting mouth blooded teeth needlessly cracked and crumbed; from chapped lip a flag of blood and bone lowered without mast onto filthy urine scented paving slab aside where I paled blue with cold, bone rattling, lay denounced.

Weaved amongst lively sharp blades of malice a serpent of spite inflicted bite, delivered venom of lactic acid secreting to rot tired muscle underneath stretched dry splitting flesh, tremor pains struck at impressions of neglect from cold safe distance of a once warming compassionate conciousness, tired and torn body lain to waste beneath treacherous footprint of malcontent.

Discordant frayed shroud of insidious, undeclared war; woven red thread from wounded line of flowing let blood, netted soul snatched from anaemic shadow of a purged self. Roman soldier of deathly disparity, harvesting desolate souls. Whilst pious high upon white trojan horse; beneath his lowly cretins loot and plunder abruptly interjecting lifelines without whim of mercy; depraved with terror cast from their own recoiled inadequacies.

Butchered these once resonating bones chopped with recoiled blow from blunt axe of primordial foot. Swelling rising mass wrapped inside soiled, caked cloth left outside gluttonous eating trough spitefully cast in namesake of Aphrodite. Forsaken broken love crippled and dejected, brutalised inedible and flagrantly offered unto her from heinous spectre of an ‘all out’ hatred.

Kicked broken face, agony weighted stilling expression, ridicule cited scorn for a glimpse of reaction as sopping relentless rain sought to pale unsightly vividness of acrid contempt. Twelve redundant hours did come to pass, sheltered waiting motionless under florescent light but not sworn oath to Apollo would attempt to fuse this gap between radius bone, pulled apart and wound in deathly cast by polarised neglect; refuted from a time once known to thyself.

Where I woken; hair covered in this human excrement

Hair drenched in slurry of inhumane excrement, deliberate defecation upon sanctity of dream, restless night rolled over disturbed upon troublesome surf of tidal sorrow cast adrift upon stillness of eye. Flies did crawl shadow across moon lit circumference towing repulsive sense of disgust along length of perception as if knowing not the measure of concern.

Recollection mystified grey with offloaded mouthfuls of saliva squirted through black faced bulbous lips; cheered to partying applause from entertaining highs of ITV towers balcony. Fourteen paired wheels peddled creaking detriment, encircling collaborative mockery unabated without slightest obstruction from vaguest sense of passing morality.

Encroacher’s crept upon dream between shadowy passages at death hour of night to reap detrimental abuse onto vulnerable, exposed soul.

History erased as every post occurrence stolen, snatched bodies abducted and torn open in blind search of connection; empty carpet bags set alight on annihilation pyre of bare handed fury.

And I will not forget.

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