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

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

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

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