Lashes

A very violent poem which licks the reader's mind.

Lashes

By Robin Scott Johnson

 

One, two, three, stop,
The cat licks off your flesh;

Four, five six, stop,

Blood rains from your back.

 

Seven, eight, nine, stop,

All nine tails whips true.
ten, eleven, twelve, stop

Your legs fail ‘neath you too.

 

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, stop.

Your breathing slows, you faint;

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, stop,

You sleep and never wake.

 

Copyright © 2007 Robin Scott Johnson

Reviews

[John Harden]

Very good imagery. And yes, it does lick the mind.