Oh the pressure
that I have to battle,
never finding relief
from those days of fiery agony,
which bring my inside to a boil.
I dream of cool water poured down my throat,
calming my world, granting me sweet release,
from the simmering seconds when my life turns cruel and harsh.
How brutal are my caretakers,
never content to simply let me sleep in peace,
they come in the dread of lusts
to drown my gut in liquid with no regard my feelings.
Then with hellish torment inclinations
do they roast my body above a flame
until grows so intense
my mouth screams for mercy from the pain.
It is the epitome of humiliation
when they forced me to vomit
what they made me drink
watching in horror and disgusts
as they make it into some hideous brew.
Hours then I am left
for contemplating the misery of my existence
sometimes reminiscing those days of innocence,
back in haven when I had communion with my brothers
before being adopted by these beings with their sadistic urges.
Bronze trophy winner
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