Torture

I scream

Each packing blow
Tears my back
Each flaying blade
Ripping my skin

I feel my tears of pain
Tears sting
Blood soaks the ground
My blood

I hear my cries

My mind aches
I am weary in soul
Flayed in body
Each precious drop of blood
Leaking life from me

My pain blinds me

Isolated
Alone
Dead

My blood spills
Drips
Spatters

The pain numbs me
But I do not cry from the torture
It is not the physical torture that makes my heart ache

But they who hold the whip that does
Beating me repeatedly
Leaking life from me with each blow
Blind to what it does to me

I try not to mind
To stand the pain
The hurt
The torment

Though I scream
They cannot hear

My blood seeps into the ground
My soul cries out to them
But they lash me all the same

They can not see
Flaying me alive
I scream

Salty tears flow
Wounds turn to infections
Scabs burst
Sickness sets in
I feel so weak
Weary

I can't hold myself together anymore
I don't scream
I have not enough energy
My tears have run dry

But my pain is still there
For my torturer
My tormenter
My enemy
My friend

As the lash comes down again and again