Conscience Fiction
Poetry by Ilva Pieterse

Up in Arms (Winning competition entry)

February 10th 2009

It’s never quiet anymore. Clamour has become the norm. The screaming, the crying, the sound of skin slapping skin, bone connecting with bone. The symphony of pain. A piano crescendo… fortissimo! There is no strength behind this noise. Only pain and hopelessness.

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