The Empath

She sits alone,
pure solitude, shadowed
by the high bookshelves
surrounding her
her knees are clasped
to her chest
her head is down,
with her hair in her face
eyes squeezed shut
to block it out
block everything out
the pain,
the hate,
the ugly, mercyless world
she sees no evil
her hands are pressed
upon her ears
to block it out
block everything out
the lies,
the laughter,
the cruel words of men
she hears no evil
her lips are pursed
a thin, straight line
to keep it in
keep everything inside
the screams,
the sobs,
the angry, spiteful curses
she speaks no evil
she is numb
and feels nothing.

she sits alone
in what she once thought
was solitude
but it is no longer
and she is no longer shadowed
no longer sheltered
from the evil of the world
her eyes are forced open
by some force
unseen
she sees it all
the writhing bodies
of those in pain
the tears of those
who are hated
the horrors they had cursed
the earth with
she sees the evil
she bleeds
her hands are forced
down, away
from her ears
by foreign hands
she hears it all
every lie ever spoken
every cruel ring
of laughter
she hears the evil
she cries
her mouth is opened
somehow
and unwillingly
she speaks
she screams the words
she vowed never to say
she sobs with every hit
someone else
recieves
she curses
every single person
who ever cursed her
she speaks the evil
she falls
her numbness melts
away
she shudders
with each slap
cries
with each blow
bruises
with each rape
and breaks
with each murder
she feels the evil
she is the only
she is the empath
she dies.