Beheading of a mad man

Beheading of a mad man

A Poem by Jonathan Torres

Blindfolded

tied to a chair

smell of concrete and dust makes home in my nose

could this be it?

will my head be chopped tonight?

I start to struggle…but it is hopeless

sweat starts to drip on the back of neck

ice cold sweat….

like…

NO! 

© 2014 Jonathan Torres


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Added on July 2, 2014
Last Updated on July 2, 2014
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