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Tortured In Silence

Poetry By: Little Blue Bird

I feel like sometimes I bring certain situations upon myself. This is an imaginative way to show that.

Submitted:Mar 28, 2013    Reads: 192    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

I lay
On a biting cold
Steel table

My wrists
And ankles
Anchored with chains
That dig into my bones.

My mouth
Is sewn shut
With needle and thread,
So there are no
Piercing screams.

I'm being tortured
By myself.

She stands
Towering over me
Slicing my skin
Until it's raw.

She scalpels my head
With no anesthetics.

Stuffing my mind
With darkness,
And disturbance.

When done,
I'm thrown
Into my iron barred cell
With a dusty
Concrete floor.

Now clothed
With a thin layer
Of animal skin.

I starve,
Only bread and water
Until the next show.

~Little Blue Bird~


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