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.
Prometheus part 2
I’m bind to a tree my family each held knives- Dad stab me in the neck “ you were a mistake”. Mom is next she kiss me on the forehead “ I’m shame of you” stabs me in the back. My older brother shove it in my heart “ I can’t believe you let a man give you a hand job. That’s gross.” My second oldest brother step up “we never love you” then he chop my head off. They rejoice.
I resurrect Bind to a tree my family each held knives.
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