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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005

Sad Loss

Amaranthine Fetish

You cower
Behind your false bravado
Preying on the young
Those without strength
It is because you are weak
I dare you though
Try it now
With me amongst you
Your end would not be swift
I would hold you like a bug
Crushing your will
Tendons would be severed
Rendering you immobile
I will maintain your life
As one by one
I peel back the layers
With lidless eyes
You will see all
Without tongue
You will not scream
For by your rules
I'd have to kill you
But you will live to regret
I will make you understand
Piece by piece I will reveal to you
So that she may wash
Cleanse the blood from her hands
For you will confess
Your blood will tell
For I will write your truth with it
When I am done with you
And that will take some weeks
Authorities will be directed to you
They will save you
Maintain your remnant life
But you will convey naught
For I will have taken you eyes
You lost the tongue early
Your eardrums have been shattered
With no limbs
You are but a shell
A vestige of humanity
As your kind make us
Know that I will do this
Not in anger
Not with violence
But with care
And a sense of disappointment

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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