The Beatings

The breeze is deathly still,
Even the truant leaves hide, punished by the relentless heat.
Tears? Sweat? Mingle in a muddy puddle on her feet;
She closes her tired eyes to catch  a breath of respite,
Trying to escape from the confines of her shackled heart.
         The heat has to stop, her brain begs for a cool sip of Lethe,
         She wishes for a numbing sensation to overtake her senses.
The heat is unbearable, a degree more and she would faint,
But the temperature explodes right in her face,
Like a tornado gone crazy,
She is sucked up in a whirlpool of emotions;
The feelings choke up her neck and a silent hiccup escapes her blue lips.
Silent tears roll down her barren cheeks
like crazy raindrops on arid, rain-soaked land.
She wishes the stinging path that the leather carved on her body, would stop.
But leather knows no mercy!
It mercilessly cuts deep into the skin, and greedily drinks up the fresh blood.
It secretly relishes the red dots that outline each skin carving,

She wishes she had held his hand in her iron grip,
The First time it was raised punishingly,
Everything would have stopped:
The unbearable heat, the shame, the tears the stings the blood!!
If she just stood and take charge,
Life would turn a new leaf.