THE ABDUCTEE

by Sophia Wiseman-Rose

I am going through something, sharp

Like pulling myself through a broken window

Into a new madness I have not seen 

Before.

With sacred, ritual prayers and hymns I sing 

My own voice is foreign and far away.

I cry to an indifferent universe and receive

Silence.

The saw of the shackle around my raw ankle,

The stifling heat, the smell of rot,

The inexorable darkness. The infection in my skin

Pain.

I’m a shattered sliver of life;

Talking with the monsters of my childhood in my mind.

They tell me I will never be

Found.

I can almost hear the tears of my children.

I hold them in my dreams

And I whisper back to them: 

“I am still here . . . Here . . . Here.”

Sophia Wiseman-Rose is an artist and a writer. Definitely an outlier, Sophia is a biracial British blonde, currently living in the US. She is a widow, a mother of 4 adult children, a Paramedic, an EMS instructor, an Anglican nun, and a Gemini. These facts and experiences have given her a lot of inspiration for her work. 

Sophia’s work is often inspired by her dreams and nightmares. Sophia’s oil and acrylic paintings and her digital art may be viewed on : https://www.artstation.com/sophiaw-r6

And on Pinterest: https://pin.it/Uvjl8vF