Torment

The whips lash out.
In agony, screams pierce the night
The knives slice forth.
Tender skin flays so sweetly
The shackles bind harshly.
The woman is owned.
Night brings no mercy.
Her body is not her own.

Death is release and release is heaven.
Is there a god or goddess to reach?
Is her life mistaken?
Will her people destroy her?
Will her enemy become her savior?
Will the world remember her when she is gone?

Torment lies in unanswered questions.