The Torture (poem)






The shocking sting when a blade penetrates skin . .


Electrifying heat as it slices through flesh


The dizzying bewilderment of stepping down on a broken shin


When the pain to come is unknown and the wound is still fresh


They always try to scream


A resounding 'pop' as your thumbs press through the eyeballs into the skull


Hot fluid bursts forth, dripping slowly from your hands


The ripping and snagging of flesh when the blade is too dull


The feeling of a bone break with strength of your hand


Sending a shockwave reverberating through both of you


It does them no good


The sounds of pain and torment that resound in your head


A thin slice through the abdomen causes intestines to fall

Grab hold of the cheese grater and watch your skin shred

Screams for mercy, or death, echo through the hall


Wishing only to flee



That familiar dazed feeling from a blow to the brain


The itch on a limb that is no longer there


A twitch in a finger that no longer remains


Ripping flesh with your hands watch it stretch and tear


Wishing only to be free


but the only escape is in death


The panic in your mind when you can’t find your breath


The elation of ripping a jaw loose from the mandibular joint


Wishing each second that the next one brings death


To live just one more day


Beyond pain, beyond reason, and well beyond your breaking point


Death would be a release


Free of this pain


So sweet and calm


Begging please . . . . please


Searing the flesh from your palm

But there shall be no release


Anywhere but here


Just as there is no god

Until your hearbeat ceases

Give your final waning nod

Only then my dear dear friend

Could your torture possibly end

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