Body strewn to the wall, like meat bounded in straws advertised in stalls.
I’m not ready to be dissected, I told the blades but they were adamant as soldiers in a raid.
My skin, the first and last line of defense giving way faster than the throbbing legs of an infant about to be raped.
Oh my Virginity
I shan't lament, as the blades lick my blood and elope with my flesh because nothing ferments quicker than pain exerted on a skinless soul.
BINABASA MO ANG
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoetryPerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
