All Consuming
All Consuming
They strip me down to expose my naked soul
To find the ugliness that has taken its control
With surgical precision they slice away the rot
Collecting the pieces to put in their melting pots
Surrounding the pot to smell the putrid stench
Salivating for just a taste of my gangrenous flesh
Scooping up my waste in their pretty little bowls
Dining on the forgotten drinking from their skulls
Their not here to save me from my evils deep within
But to consume me bit by bit until I’m just a sack of skin
The echoes of screams I hear are not from others but from me
They won’t let me go my thoughts of torture all-consuming
Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2015
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