Torture
Strapped down, unable to move.
Blades slicing through, giving me wounds.
The blood is forming a pool.
I am on this table of doom.
His laugh echoes throughout the room
as I scream in pain, awaiting for my tomb.
One slice here. One slice there.
The deep cuts are unbearable!
As he slowly peels away my flesh,
he laughs and says, It is my time to rest.
I decide I shall die with my pride
I open my eyes and smile
as the blade comes down
and ends my cries.
by Julie Kannon
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