Being burned at the stake can't be that bad
I mean, I'm going through it right now
I can feel my body blister as the fire travels up to my knees
It hurts
But it's freeing
I can't surrender
Not at this rate
The flame licks my neck as I tell them all
"You will pay for this"
I laugh hysterically until I am forced to surrender
My body crumbles
To cold
Dark
Ash
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...
