The acid gracefully pours
over my naked head and face,
first beginning to tingle
and then sting.
As I struggle, duct taped
to this God forsaken place,
my tender flesh begins to peel.
Blood on the floor.
Muscle, sinew, fat on the floor.
Soon, I know I will pass out,
and all that will be left
is my dead body
on the floor.
Author notes
For the contest
A contest entry
- Ok guys! Another contest! by Megan Awesome.
550 points, ended August 1, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - No Rest For The Wicked! by Acidanthra.
525 points, ended August 3, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Go ahead, murder my poem;
Comments
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Very good. Seriously good. Very cool and funny in a demented way. I really like this alot. It was wicked good and freaky as hell. The way you described the acid eating away at her skin ... the work of a genious. That I think was my favorite part. Thank you so much for entering and good luck!!!
Megan
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