he stripped
the meaning
from the words
then plastered them
across the room
in hopes
saw something
in the hollow

all that was left
was the prose
of a damned soul
of purpose

muscles cramped
eyes clamped shut
as shuddering waves
of anguish
from feverish forehead
to curled toe
leaving no soft bits
in it’s wake

he was
ravished by pain
more so
than any lover
ever took him
by broken glass
wrapped tightly
in bare copper coils
as voltage pulses
both tips
of the sine wave
rational from devout

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