Poem on a Painting

I hear smacks and screams

I hear shouts of pain

I can hear the silent cries 

Deep in her throat

Everything in her mind is calm

At ease

Except the congested part 

Of memories from millenniums ago

I can feel the knot in her stomach

She feels twisted 

And alone

I know she can read my mind

That's why I have to keep my thoughts to myself 

And not share what I can see

Through those dark, shadowy eyes

Of that girl who haunts those who enter 

and torture