you
don’t know the extent
of the atrocity
I’ve been through.
the nightmares,
the torture,
the rape.
none of it was real.
none of it was real.
what can I say?
I didn’t survive;
I died many times over.
I shouldn’t be here,
on this Earth
breathing.
life is fickle,
and the middle finger the wrong way
can land you in Guantanamo faster than you can say
“I love you”.
