You'll Get Yours.

in #fiftywords7 years ago

Massacre my brothers, laughing.

Murder my screaming children while I watch, powerless.

Pull the bark from my tender, resisting flesh.

Rape me while my life’s blood drips.

Pervert my shape.

I will not forget.

When our gods return, I will tell them of your crimes.

Rocking horse that I am.

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This is very powerful, @bryarose23! Well done!

Thank you! This prompt was really fun to work with!

Now that is artful writing.

Thank you :)