Confession posted 4/24/2008 7:24:51 PM | 3 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: love, relationship, hurt, torture, poetry

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This one is from the archives. It's about self torture when caught in the game of love. The Spanish Inquisition sets the stage for what will be a memorable and jolting read.




There is truth in words, even those that you run from....



Confession

The wooden wheel creaks as it slowly makes its way round
The jostling of chains and screams of pain are my addition to this sound
The braces they pull and my tendons they snap, leaving me languid
Stretched apart upon this rack, my fibers left like liquid
I cannot pray at any time this pain is so consuming
A pointy finger pokes my flesh; heard laughter, so bemusing

Are you ready for love's inquisition?
Are you ready with answers for the Grand Inquisitor?

On my knees, eyes wide with inner horror and perpetuated with fear
Feeling a knife as it grates on my tongue; for this I was unprepared
Dull blade moving, blood free flowing, tongue butchered into pieces
Where is the door? As my head hit's the floor; face landing in human feces
My God the pain! Oh the agony! Bombarded by words for torment
Wanting to hear no more, clutching a red soaked floor, all to the Inquisitor's enjoyment

Will you survive the questioning?
Will you confess before the Grand Inquisitor?

Will you do for me as I have fully for you? My torture begins again
Billowing heat rising, fear in my veins, hearing red hot iron sizzling
My face is turned, my eyes closed tight; Is what to come next truly for real?
Sounds of hot metal crackling, getting louder in my ear; by my eyelids...heat I feel
"Yes, I will do for you as you have for me!" A disparaged plea from my mangled tongue
Gripping howls no longer audible screams, echo till the Inquisitor's done

Will you confess?
Will you confess to me?

Warm breath felt, lips heard parting; who is by my mental ear?
Fingers touching soft warm cloth, feeling a presence in the air
Hands they glide across my face; the touch familiar, but who?
I take my own and trace the face, "Yes, I know you!"
A voice it rings, it rings so true, but how can this be?
The one I touched, the Grand Inquisitor, wears the same face as me...


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