A Study in Torture

Shhchap!
Ziiiiiiip!
Mmmmph!

The sound of
Being strapped
In tight
For the time –
No the millionth time –
Of my life
Here in Hell,
Here in the suicide trees,
Here in the chamber –
The pit of my demise.

My body is laid down
Like a slab of rotting meat
On a cold, flat table,
Facing upwards
To a wiped clean mirror,
My eyelids cut off
And bleeding red, thick tears,
To force me to watch
As I am
Ready
To be dissected further,
Splayed apart,
My skin held down
To the table with nails
To make my insides
Vulnerable
And visible
For all to see
Inside,
Where my demons hide.

Ready to be
Filleted,
Cooked –
Ready to be eaten,
Consumed,
And reborn,
Just to do it all
Again
And again
And again
And again
And over
And over
And over,
And will it ever
End?

No.

I am strapped in
To my fate,
Never to escape,
The bloodied, leather binds
That bind me here
To satiate
The ferocity
In my captors –
The ones here
To punish and transform me
For my treacherous
Crimes against demonic law.

I cannot move.
All I can do is feel
And feel excessively.
All the pain is amplified
By the fact
That each death I own
Is prolonged
Until I am begging for it –
Begging for a few minutes
Of sweet reprieve
From the carnage
Because yes,
I can die,
For a few silent moments,
But the thing is,
They bring me back
Every time
Just to do it all
Again
And again
And again
And again
And over
And over
And over,
And will it ever
End?

No.

Fasten zip ties
To every part of my body,
On each limb,
To cancel out the lies
From my psychotic mind
For as each tie is fastened
And tightened
Slowly,
Until I am split
Into little fragments,
I am gradually,
Nonchalantly,
Changed,
Fragmented,
In all sorts of ways
So that – well –

I will never be the same.

Once broken down
Like an ancient urn of ashes,
You can never be quite
Put back together again
Or restored to previous glory.
Even if you can glue the pieces
Of the exquisite pottery
Back together,
You will never be able to
Find all the ashes
Spilled everywhere
On the crimson floor,
Dissolving in my own animosity,
To fill up that empty space
Created in my gut.

Spilled everywhere –
Once was I beauty
And seduction
To all that saw me,
And I could make
Anyone
Crave me,
Want me,
Need me,
With just a kiss
Or a touch
Or a sly smile
From the corners
Of my silver lips.

My silver tongue
Is even more threatening,
Like a song by a siren sung.
Incubus Zalaph.
I guess that’s why they
Mined me for my silver,
Taking it away from me
So that I can never shine again
Like the stars.

Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
Like someone gently rapping,
Rapping on my chamber door.

It’s time for round four –
Or could it be more?
I stopped counting the seconds,
The minutes,
The hours,
The days,
The weeks,
The months,
The years,
For the fear
That Hope
Would be the thing with feathers
Perching in my abyss,
Fluttering its wings inside
To keep me going through this.
But I don’t want it there,
Making itself clear.
I’d rather keep it hidden,
Keep it safe and forbidden
From those that would
Harvest it right out of me,
Feathers, beak, and all.

Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

I tried to make it stop,
But it couldn’t be bought
To silence its lovely tunes
Of promised freedom
And love regained.
I tried to keep it tamed,
But it would not be silent,
Nor would it stop its thrashing,
And fearful was I
That it would be discovered,
But it never stops at all.

No.
No, it never stopped at all.

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A Study in Snuff

I remember
Hands gripping iron
Fists clenching
White knuckles
Bent back
Hard
Fast
Dance music
Ass shaking
Blurred lines
Made of iron
Surrounding me

A cage of wonders
Oh wondrous me
Oh don’t you see

I know
You see me
Showing you
My titties
Bending over
For you to woo

Stare at my pussy
Let me spread it out
Stare at my lifted dick
Make you fussy
Make you tick
Make you pout
Because you want
To unlock me
Get inside me

A cage of wonders
Oh wondrous me
Oh don’t you see

You can see
Your long
Thick
Rock
Stretching my asshole
‘Cause I’m your pick
In a field of flowers
Smelling of aphrodisiac
Incarnation of tact
Blooming under your watch
Letting you unlatch
The locks caging me

A cage of wonders
Oh wondrous me
I know you see

You seem tense
But when our eyes meet
I see you greet me
Pensive
In your lust

My trust
In that lust
My demise

Take me out
Let me shout
Your name
Kane
In the back
Of the lap dance booth
Secretly
While you make me loose
Muffled by the
Dance music
Hard
Fast
Beating
Sweating
Swearing
Crying
Take me!”

A cage of wonders
Oh wondrous me

Spike my drink
Make me see
Beyond the haze
Of debauchery

I know you did it
But I don’t care
You made me lit
You came inside
Tearing
My walls
My iron bars
Down to win
Make me null
Give me purpose
Take me to the surface

New heights
As I’m climbing
Higher and higher
Drunker and drunker
Unwinding
In your chokehold

Uncaged
Wondrous me
Made to be free

I remember
You bought me
To stay by your side
So much money
You spent
To make me your bride

A new cage
I didn’t mind

This cage was bigger
More room to dance
More room
To make a new stance
New sexy

Wondrous me
You came to see
Me out

Arm in arm
We traveled
Many distances
Many lands
Together
Hand in hand
Your kisses
Your touch
Kept me alive
A burning fire
A breathless surprise

I never wanted it to end
But my trust in that lust
My demise

You were my friend
But my captor
As well
I’ll never forget
The way you made me wet
With those eyes
With those lies

Sex my reprieve

Oh wondrous me

Oh can’t you see

What you’ve done to me?