left
out on display for the voyeurs
flesh
torn asunder by the whip
fresh blood still staining the ground
cool breeze doesn’t comfort
breathe between the sobs
swallow the tears
anger grows
lash out
kill
fresh blood still staining the ground
cool breeze doesn’t comfort
breathe between the sobs
swallow the tears
anger grows
lash out
kill
Nonet Poem
Copyright © 2014 by
Patrick B Vince
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