Martyr

Hurtful words from strangers
A pike, digging deep within my heart
Tearing the wounds of yesterday
Ripping wide new flesh
Innards taken by the vulture
Utter agony ne’er receding
A crochet hook, seeking my mind
Dragging my prized possession from me
The mummification is almost complete
And my captors, having no mercy
Leave behind my heart
So that I may lie writhing
In the pain of their actions
For all eternity
Feeling each blow anew
As my memory dredges up the moments
Of complete and utter torment
My soul, now bruised and bloodied
By their deeds
But never to be as twisted as theirs

-----by Lia

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