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A Poem by Behrsy

And she ran
Hoping that her crime
May be forgotten
But by the time she made it home
Her twisted grin was rotten
They tied her up, skin against stake
They lit up the flames
They watched her scream and shake
They had forgotten that it was all a game

© 2013 Behrsy


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this is spooky good...when do the games go too far?

when does fantasy mesh with reality in a way that we can't tell the difference anymore.

this is an insightful piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Well written meaningful rhymed poem.
Enjoyed reading.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This reminded me of The Crucible and the Salem Witch Trials, especially with the fire and stake. This is pretty powerful image-oriented poem. "Her twisted grin was rotten" is a great line, something I can really visualize in my head. Good write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Behrsy

11 Years Ago

Thank you, those were definitely inspirations.

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