Innocence

Innocence.
Dies.
Painfully.
 
As if I have been
Immobilized by iron marionette strings,
Attached to every limb of my body,
Which then stretch me apart
On a torture rack.
 
Even paralyzing my eyes
As they are forced to stare
At the deformed monsters in shadows.
 
Leaving.
The last outcry.
To my cells.





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