The Ripper’s Box

by Anthony Krieman   Jun 28, 2020

Here I’m trapped in endless morrows
Choking on the gag I’ve swallowed

“All around the mulberry bush...”

Singing... why does he always sing
As he does unspeakable things
I close my eyes and silently pledge
Not to scream at the razors edge

“The monkey chased the weasel...”

White hot fire sears my skin
My tormentor wears a knowing grin
He draws on me so many lines
Sigils of his wicked mind

“The monkey thought ‘‘twas all in good fun...”

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” can’t take the pain and so I wail
Sobbing as my resolve fails
He chuckles softly then he stops
Why oh why won’t the weasel... pop?


Author’s note:
Inspired by Hellon’s “Kansas”


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  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    The title quite deftly sets the scene for what is a compelling read. The viewpoint from the victim was mad all the more rich with the single line metaphors sprinkled throughout. Loved it. Milly x

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