I stand alone, facing the wall
My back bare and exposed
My heart is pounding in my throat
My breaths come out raspy and faint
Then I hear a loud crack
And a white hot pain shoots up my back
Like a tongue of fire
I cry out in pain, but it's useless
Nobody can save me now
Again there is a loud crack
Another tongue of fire upon my back
And again I cry out uselessly in pain
Over and over again, the whip is brought down to my skin
And each time brings another lick of fire
As if hot coals are kissing my spine
And with each lick
Another cry of pain
I can feel the hot, sticky blood oozing from my wounds
And the hot, salty tears spilling from my eyes
The whip comes down relentlessly, mercilessly
Again and again until
The world goes black...
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Author's Notes
Little bit of back story on this one, a whipping boy was supposedly a boy that would bear the punishment for the prince's transgressions.
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PoetryThis is just a small collection of some poems I've written. Most are a few years old as I wrote them in high school. I'm hoping to get re-inspired to start writing again by publishing these.
