Facing the wood (2)
Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees
Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die
So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me
I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!
Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?
But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood
Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood
Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood
Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood
Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood
Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood
Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood
Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood
Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood
Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood
"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood
I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood
First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood
Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood
"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood
"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood
Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood
Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood
Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood
Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood
Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood
End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood
They came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood
Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood
Barbaria, 2015
Sitting naked
on my cross
Heels dug in
soft damp earth
Arms wrapped tightly
'round my knees
Waiting fearfully
My turn next
to be stretched
back to wood
nailed and raised
to dance and die
So many others
raised already
Their plaintive moans
pitiful cries
prayers and curses
resound around me
I wait and wait
terror stricken
Why are they
so awfully slow?
Get it over with!
Please, just crucify me!
Here they come
at long last
Let go my knees
reclining helpfully
What point Is there
in resisting?
But wait
What's this?
An iron grip
on my shoulder
flips me over
Facing the wood
Banged head
Bloody nose
Knee on back
to hold me down
struggling, fighting
Facing the wood
Arms held
out forcibly
Bound fast with
rope in place
Nails to wrists
Facing the wood
Screaming, kicking
trying to rise
Slammed back down
Nails driven ruthlessly
through narrow wrists
Facing the wood
Raising head
looking left
then right
clenching fists
flowing blood
Facing the wood
Legs aligned
side by side
atop of stipe
Feet held down
heels out
Facing the wood
Struggling vainly
nail points held
'gainst my soles
Driven through
shattering bones
Facing the wood
Terrible pain
Twisting, writhing
sobbing, retching
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
Facing the wood
Cross rising
shaking, shuddering
Sliding down
wood abrading
soft fair skin
Facing the wood
Dropped in hole
Jarring impact
Hanging upright
Securing slats
driven home
Facing the wood
"Flog her"
chants the crowd
demanding their
fill of blood
and suffering
Facing the wood
I brace myself
Tender breasts
tumescent points
swelled and bulging
'gainst the post
Facing the wood
First one rips
across my back
cutting, slashing deep
Head thrown back
in anguished cry
Facing the wood
Back and forth
shoulders to hips
Angry stripes
rising welts
flecks of blood
Facing the wood
"Lower, lower"
cries the crowd
Vicious strokes
across tight little
quivering cheeks
Facing the wood
"Hot irons, hot irons"
demands the crowd
Frantic glance over shoulder
Fearsome glowing
red tip approaching
Facing the wood
Hands grip and
part my thighs
Intense heat
drawing closer
plunged in deep
Facing the wood
Head back in
howling scream
smell of burning flesh
Knees clasping, squeezing
hard 'gainst the post
Facing the wood
Hot iron driven
ever deeper
Nerves screaming
pain unbearable
passing out
Facing the wood
Hours later
regaining consciousness
Wracked with pain
hanging limp
eyes closed
Facing the wood
Crowd dispersed
Near silence
save for occasional
cries by others
begging death
Facing the wood
End is near
Strength ebbing
muscles cramped
head lolling
back and forth
Facing the wood
They came again
one last time
Swung a mallet
broke my legs
Scarcely moaned
Facing the wood
Open eyes for
one last look
Darkened sky
end of day
Death descends
Facing the wood
Barbaria, 2015
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