simple torture

As we talked of rape

Of injustice, hate, power and dominance

While coming home from a class on the subject, where tears had been shed by different individuals for days in a  row

to find the flowers of one of my Stanhopea had been eaten by a snail.

And I climbed that tree

And traced the silver trail to where that little creature had been sleeping

And found the snail

And pulled its shell off

Threw a fistful of ammonium nitrate all over it’s fleshy naked body

To reap revenge for what it had done to my flowers

And all flowers, everywhere.

it had little effect beyond the torture of a simple organism

That did not realize it had trespassed upon anything

And I realized that my most prized flower was avenged, through torture

 As my mind was warped around torments of a different variety, and the drawn suffering of humans  

As the snail desiccated under caustic salts and the burning sun

The stanhopea bloomed, but never to its full glory

As we felt the hurt of all the women in the world, and our powerlessness to help any of them

 Pronounced as a powerlessness to control the wickedness that lived within ourselves

And the snail sat there dying in the sun, I felt the power that the attacker must have felt

Redirected upon the manifestation of my subconscious

And realized the twisted, convoluted, evil

Lurking within the depths of man

Realizing that I cannot do anything but react.

powerless that I could not heal the injured but could only punish

simple torture inverted as a snake eating it’s tail