A Performance.

The flowers fall to naked feet

thorns piercing thin flesh

crimson passion flows to the floor

A bow.

 

The hands beat one another

mashing of flesh in jubilee

curls at the ends of mouths

salivia dripping from swollen tongues

lies dripping from swollen eyes

A cry.

 

Shoulders sigh in exhaust

Lids close.

Head down.

 

Oh humanity. How it thirsts

for pain.

The ugliness.

The horror.

 

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