In the concentration camp called Home
von Sam Vaknin (Copyright)
In the concentration camp called Home,
we report in striped pajamas
to the barefeet comandant,
Our Mother orchestrating
our daily holocaust.
Burrowing her finger-
-nails through my palms,
a scream frozen between us,
a stalactite of terror
in the green caves of her eyes
there, sentenced to forced labour:
to mine her veins of hatred
to shovel her contempt
to pile scorn upon scorn
beating(s) a path.
At noon, Our Mother
leads us to the chambers
naked, ripples of flesh
she turns on the gas
and watches our hunger
as her food devours us.
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Author Bio:
Sam Vaknin ( http://samvak.tripod.com ) is the author of Malignant Self
Love – Narcissism Revisited and After the Rain – How the West Lost the
East.
He served as a columnist for Central Europe Review, PopMatters, and
eBookWeb, a United Press International (UPI) Senior Business Correspondent, and
the editor of mental health and Central East Europe categories in The Open Directory Bellaonline, and Suite101.
Sam’s Web Site:
http://www.narcissistic-abuse.com