The plot was terrifying, intensifying,
haunting my soul deep inside, slicing
my cells into shattered pieces, my breathing
steady increasing, my blood rapidly
flowing in runaway rivers, all burned
out, sinking in silence.  

I could see my slave masters sly smile,
his wide blue eyes relishing the pain
he inflicted upon me, his lips dark
and dangerous, crusted, rusted,
a twisted dimension of rising
flames smothering me.  

There were smashed syllables
swirling on my tongue, cascading
down my throat, clogging up my lungs
as I was castrated, bladed, damaged,
upturned, squirming, screaming in agony,
feeling a part of me drift away
into unknown places.

I felt misplaced, backspaced, a ragged
bridge of despair, wanting to escape
from this sunken state, wanting to flee
the scene before I reached the resolution,
the mass confusion clouding my conscious
level, ******* me up in the head, my chests
tightening, trying to survive, but the pain
was too unbearable for me to stay alive.