Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
You say
You call me demon wrapped in shadows
You say I belong in hell
You say I deserve to be burnt by red fire
You call me a thousand slurs and names
You call me demon
I stare straight ahead, letting the shadows keep me safe
Letting hell become my home
Letting the red fire scare you away
Letting those slurs and names became my shield
You say watch you as you dance
I let the music carry my happiness away
You say hold my jacket
The material cuts into my skin
You say take a sip
I take a long mouthful of that poison
You say touch this
I eat up the loveless pleasure
You say drown
I ask in which emotion
You say smile
I grin at your friends
You say die, I take death between my teeth like pebbles
You say jump
I ask from where
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