The Torture ChamberA Poem by Melissa KeseadFrancencense fills the air the room is still and bright a baby cries, a cat meows a small child screams in fright
Downstairs, the torture chamber waits for some new flesh metal gleaming, gears gnashing figures wrapped in mesh
Silently the henchmen lead the victim to the table straps are tightened, buckles buckled movement barely able
Confessions screamed into the dark or whispered in the light hot coals, bamboo shoots cat-o-nines that bite
Bloody tears trickle down wounds gape like smiles lucky ones who died quick deaths lying grouped in piles
Silence echoes through the chamber whimpers fade away henchmen leave, blood dries straps await another day © 2009 Melissa KeseadFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 31, 2009 AuthorMelissa KeseadKey West, FLAboutI am a wife and mother of two young children who give me ideas for books constantly. I live in Key West, Florida and when I'm not writing I enjoy fishing, lobstering and being on the water whenever p.. more..Writing
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