The shed. The peep-hole. Once again.
It’s dark. It stinks. It causes pain.
A splitting headache, sweating hands.
I’m stuck in here till it ends.
The wood is old. I hear it creak
As slowly I crawl towards the slit.
I need to look through it.
Can’t find the way- the light’s too weak.
The roof is dripping, with each drop
I count seconds till it stops.
I reach the hole and see at last:
The future’s fighting with the past.
The ugly scene, the ruthless slaughter.
I’m a poor human’s daughter.
From now on I know the end-
There’s no way to leave the shed
Till we are let, till we are dead.