Stranded at the Altar

A swirling puddle
Of emotionless wonder.
Churning through a
Body as if warm
Blood dripping from a knife.

In awe of an action.
The wonderment of terrifying
Events. Deathly
Consequences, pouring
Over the soul.

Burning the skin,
Scorching the brain,
No organs survive.
No one can live
Through this horror.

Torture. Death.
A pain of indescribable
Power and destruction.
A burdened,
Horrific life.

Abbi - abbi15@hotmail.com

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