Symphonies
Screams tear from him, thick and raw and vital
Blood froths on his lips
Drips scarlet rivulets from a bruise-mottled jaw
Patchwork greens and livid purples
Bloom and wilt, crisis roses of flesh
Scars cleave through pearlescent skin
Snarls of butchery twine
With filigree lines, calculated dissection
Gutting hooks and stilettos weave
In dread harmony
He lies curled in the shadow
Foetal comfort of waning warmth, a flickering heartbeat
Rusted iron flakes; sharp, splintered
Sickly at his wrists, a failing cage to fetter
Some breaking thing
The furnace glowers
Molten ashes vermilion
Iron hammers blinding white against the gloom
They drag him, crucify him
Into the breastbone brand
Some craven insignia
Warped, abhorrent
Blistered into him, flesh re-forged
Stamped property; a beast, a toy
Indelible, it punches through him
Rough hands twist through russet hair
Bestial crouch, head forced vertical
A ragged gasp, whimpers, pleas
The visceral pleurae constrict
Take me, break me, remake me
(I don't care anymore)
Drums of steel and ichor pound
Vertebrae shudder as he sobs
Forsaken by kin, yet bound by oath
Sworn to endure a thousand times over
The unendurable
The lieutenant sneers angelic as tendons snap
As chitin scrapes, muscles twist and rupture
Bones splinter under iron boots
Screams tear from him, thick and raw and vital
In eternal symphony
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