With scythe in hand, he skinned thick film
of insecurities off trembling flesh
to add within brew assimilated by conscious.
Made the paranoid polluted with compulsive
behaviors to attract unwanted attention;
turned up volume constantly so rabid voices
harped on the mundane.
Grim Reaper waited for pound, watched it
pulsate onto scale, prepared scolding cauldron.
Desired boiled fat in vat of lies simmered.
Hurricanes held vigils, tornados turned threats
into reality, spread rumors of how many feet
to bury the brave ones who stood with backs
against bulls eye target.
They refused to die without Dignity~
Weak minded kept in cell of their own doing
as fear left its fingerprint on seven levels,
one from each finger,
and the severed three that remained
to be held hostage, used as leverage.
On bathroom stalls, names also serial numbers
branded on each head of human cattle
with hungry words lisped in private circles~
sharpened nails etched in flesh for all to read.
'Whisper my name once, come back for seconds'
Honorable mention
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