Rhythmic incessant thuds,
Drum rolls of flowing blood.
They ringed in my ears,
Welcomed my deepest fears.
A fragility of the flesh,
Shredding open with each new lash.
A fortress of stones, bone-brittle,
Shattering like an overflooded skull.
Haemorrhage, haemorrhage
How they gush,
Bright red, lovesick
Always in a rush.
To think that each wall I built
Only heightened the fall.
Each scar was a sensation,
I know they watched in awe.
Of flesh and stone,
They contest my throne.
Non-consensual,
but eventual.
Which "me" will I be today?
