The Wrack
Tied Down by these ropes confined
Held fast unto the cold wood boards
wrists shackled with skin warn raw
as tiny drops of blood trickle down
where metal has torn the flesh
the body bruised, beaten, and bludgeoned
hair matted down by sweat, blood, and filth
all miniscule movements the body is allowed
always brings it pain
what diminutive comfort brought on by lying still
always seems to hurt regardless
then body's limbs are ripped and torn at once more
the burning pain of the ravaged flesh
causes near unconsciousness
all the while sanity slowly slips away...
into the darkness.
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