Pounding Heart

Brusque 

Anxiously and in desperation 

Cannot blame my shaky limbs 

I am, in all fear

Catching air, as discreetly

As not to be heard

Lest by an assailant, 

Slaughtered, upon detection 

In my anxiety 

I can hear my heart

Pounding in full volume

I whisper to myself, 

To calm down

As I want to leave and live 

It is a nightmare, 

Coming to an end.

My back feels feverish

Out of mental Strains 

The tocking sound of shoes 

Seemingly, fade in the shadows

A trap, to lure me in action?

Trepitation, my eyes are bulging

In distress, I pray it is over

And my Identity

Remaining in oblivion

A voice, amid nowhere 

Here he is, in the cupboard 

I scream as I am dragged out 

Fighting, the only possible alternative 

Kicks, all over me, I grunt in agony 

Hurled, I crash in the wall before me

Not long, bathed in kerosene, 

Lit, in happiness

And left to burn to ashes

My fault, a terrible crime

I wore a dress, 

And forgot 

Only born women could do so

Not a male,

With feminine instincts.