La Douleur Exquise

(Translation from French: Excruciating pain of wanting someone you can’t have)

They asked me what I worshipped –

I screamed your name.

They grabbed me by my hair,

shattered my wrists and ankles,

and they bound me to a chair.

They asked me who I worshipped –

I said your name.

Knives and matches pressed into my skin,

‘God’ was carved into my heart.

Could you not see?

They were tearing me apart.

They asked me how I worshipped –

I whispered your name.

With that, a gun was pulled to my head.

A smirk remained plastered because

the game had come to an end.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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