Tortured Soul
Acrid gruel
as the sole biological fuel
made out in a dole
his body had a hole
rib cage fought to hide bones that shone
day in day out....his opportunity was just that
and on a fateful day
he popped
and lay dead
intense torture-
was intolerable
even for his soul.
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