The sickly bravado..
- Lalima

- May 9, 2023
- 1 min read
He picked up a nail
hammered it in with
One swift motion.
It drove straight into the soft,
flesh, sinewy and rhythmic.
Picking up another
Shiny metal spike..
He peered down at
Those doe eyes
That venerated his soul.
The spasm griped dully
He inhaled sharply,
Straightened his back
And pound the next
One and another...
Tears rolled down
Staining the plump cheeks.
He touched them barely
As if to reassure...
Last one ...a promise...no more!
Selecting a negel of iron
He smiled feebly
His eyes could
No longer deceive
His bosom...
As the ardent hand
Reached up...
He nailed with
A sharp blow, deep
Into the perforated muscle.
He bled profusely.
Gallantly he stood erect..
As the sobbing miserable
Creature at his feet
Shrunk cowering.





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