Sacrifice

What do I remember?

I remember the ripping, the tearing, the slashing of monstrous teeth in vulnerable skin

Then floating,

suspended

by thick chains that dig into my raw wrists

Straining at taut muscles and

wrenching joint from socket

The stench of charred flesh invades my nostrils

As unwanted as the previous anticipation

of this nightmarish reality

Tattered rags barely cover my scarred and wounded body

My cries for help, for salvation,
for Sam

remain unanswered

Swallowed up by the burning void

Of my own personal Hell

Distant screeches reach my bloodied ears and

copper fills my mouth

hot, sticky, and tasting of despair

My hopeless plight engulfs me and

the true meaning of my sacrifice suffocates me

and I would pray for death

if I wasn't dead already