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
