TortureA Poem by Erica-Your chest burns, you can
smell the burning skin. You are telling the truth, tears run down your face,
burning as they hit the burnt skin. You scream at the top of your lungs, no
use. No one can hear you, your chest just hurts more. No use, helpless, its
like screaming under water. © 2013 Erica |
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Added on June 10, 2013 Last Updated on June 10, 2013 Author
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