Monday, September 17, 2007

Forgiving

The crime was unpardonable
So he was set to the rack,
Twisted, wrenched
Then sliced, skewered, and skinned
Flayed alive, feasted upon by foul fiends,
Beaten, bloodied, broken-
He died a long, agonizing death
Behind her eyes
While she smiled, gently, calmly,
And forgave.

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