Bloody Little Thing
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 03-15-2007
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Purpose fell in arbor of later dripping her blood
No reason of hates just a thing to bring forth
Pure fear screaming at a demon whip
Asking for presence never given hope
Just the lash of need and want bending will
Edge of kill meet left of hang by the ropes
Body spread to pleasure
Spirit broke hope of death pleading same
Never to come
Cattle to be added with rest
Suave to heal
Marks of owner
Placed
Used for all forms of need
Seed of off spring
Lent to be a victim
Trust best of burden
Taken for work
Then pleasure
Tangle a value with place
Love strange word
Release not coming
Mud wet saved
As body screams
Leaves pieces
Shame finished
Child suckling
Sagging breasts
Purpose fixed in mind
Placed in time escaping
Noting room slept
Dealt after faith
Burned flesh
With brand
Named
Run to what to where
Hunger planed death
Cascades in shades of red
As flesh is pealed in layers
Crust of time relentless
Stake placed
Finally free
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This is horrible! And each read makes it worse. I don't want to hear these things, I don't want to see these things. I don't want my brain to fill in the areas with vivid images that are truly grotesque because of the framework which was provided. I don't want my mind to be forced into these directions, and be forced to continue, spell-bound, as if I were watching a horror movie.
This write, especially, evokes visions of some of the works of The Marquis de Sade. Enough said. It is an excellent write for the imagery, the flow, your verbal impact upon the senses. There are only one or two words that have questionable spelling, but I'm not going to go back and read this piece again, tonight. Tomorrow, perhaps.