Jokerface82
Jokerface82
Mar 06, 2024
This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24

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HELL

Red broken lines on the skin
Of columns of human tortured
Backs. Each crack of a barbed whip

ripping flesh and fat. Pain pleasures
the darknesses dark Sinister grin.
Visions go black and waves of pain search.

Detached from the throbbing
their minds now into protection.
Inhuman screams carried but never
saved. The ground lubricated with guts

a putrefying smell invades.
A loud deep rumbling of a chainsaw
tissues removed as it cuts back and fourth.
your head and eyeballs are vibrating.

Its felt instantly as the nerve
Rips and body loosens, shakes.
Its hungry teeth wanting more.
Chips of bone sparked

with chunks of flesh on Satans
arena washed blood floor.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Uk, GBR

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