first the legs
twisting
and
crunching the bones
so that i can't kick
you where it counts.
then the arms
snapped
in
two different ways
so that i can't
fight back.
after that comes the torso
ribs
crushed
into tiny pieces
pieces that will cut apart
my lungs.
finally my face is the last to go
i think
you
enjoy my pain
watering in my eyes
the eyes that go suddenly blank.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
first the legs
twisting
and
crunching the bones
so that i can't kick
you where it counts.
then the arms
snapped
in
two different ways
so that i can't
fight back.
after that comes the torso
ribs
crushed
into tiny pieces
pieces that will cut apart
my lungs.
finally my face is the last to go
i think
you
enjoy my pain
watering in my eyes
the eyes that go suddenly blank.
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