She woke up numb in the devil’s basement He toyed with her limbs and swore to claim her heart and soul He put coils in her head and fish hooks in her mouth Time became a question as she lay inert and wept alone in a sea of tubes and drains
Voices called after her Hearts bled, and spirits resonated Knees were planted, and hands hovered over her body A holy presence appeared in the mist This presence saw her as a gleaming gem on a bare dirt road She began to regain her strength Her essence was restored
He led her back to her fruits Replaced the plastic beads on her face with pearls Resilience swam in her irises Her life is abundant
