The road where you stand
Uncertain, unscathed,
Is forked in two directions
The left road a mirror of the lovely right.

I lay on the left side, screaming at you
You hear me as mysterious beckoning
As I am much too far, and caged away
To permit you to hear me properly.

Hear me screaming "Turn away!"
As the right road lies silent
Full of calmness, beautifying sun,
And thinness, in the loveliest of forms,

The left road, where I'm lying,
Shackled, undressed, cut and burned,
Calls out to your mind and peaks your heart.
If you would listen closely you would hear

What I really mean to say, and the demons
Sharpening their horns with kitchen knives.
I have to be scared for when they forget
That they have grown bored with me

But perhaps if they hear me screaming
Before they know you're on your way
They can turn back to me with their beatings
My screams, then, may drive you away

And you will have time to turn back then
My body will lie as it's been
As I have grown used to
Sapped of nutrition

Robbed of its dignity
Empty, alone.
My body lies as I know it;

Half-dead, raped, abused
Beaten
All by the monsters in my head

You take a step in my direction
I scream for them to take me again
For that you may have a moment
To run away.