Sadist

E. Scott Alighieri
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
Eric

My words suffer…torturous pain…I inflict on them…beaten…to an inch of their meaning…alluding to…illusions of…any and all alliterations…I’ve waterboarded…desire…disgrace…disgust…tie and tickle…tears…trembling…trauma…kept awake…days…nights…twilights…dawns…starved…every colour of the rainbow…then twisted into…hollowed rings…

Still stand brave…facing the assault…I bestow upon them…I’ve seen better…turn for less…

Someday…my words…

will turn on, YOU…

AND TURN ON ME???

E. Scott Alighieri

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