Denial

There's only so much a person can take.

I wasn't prepared to be burned alive at the stake.

I'm no witch I did not transgress. Yet I live with a scarlet letter.

Bleeding and bound to my head.

Carved in madness.

Fighting against the screaming in my lungs as I search for uncontaminated air.

I am a living piece of destruction.

The daughter whose country betrayed her.

A scrap metal in the junkyard.