Coddle Me

by Dacey Flame   Jan 28, 2009


Fetal positioned body

Flesh still bloated and contorted

Chow-like slits for long corroded eyes

Clawish limbs and fingers long linked together.

Hair strands of DNA left dusty and positioned for centuries.

Hiding the secret, mouth sewed- stitched shut.

So every scream pulled them tight and stretched.

Silence is a torture weapon.

Early December 08

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