Fourword Death Sentence
Yawning curling outward, meat lips in a scream
Of evisceration, soul-guts spilling wet and silver
Under the frozen gazes of laughing jury.
Needleteeth tearing at sanity's crawling
Edges. Thoughts gaining cohesion, names,
Voices of hatred and second-degree.
Eager to flee, screaming primary, flayed and
Raw from scythed and apathetic words.
Look away, she/I dying in this oubliette walled
Over and forgotten by the Others. Silly bitch!
Vixen indeed, cast out bite claw mark pack shame
Eaten alive by scornful mates and maggots kindred,
Decay becomes her.
My back bristles with its coat of daggers, slick.
Et tu, beloved?
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