Monday, September 19, 2022

The Drum

 Dum, dum, dum,

slow beating of the drum

Rit, rit, rit,

Ripping the skin off my thumb.

goose bumps rising on my skin,

Anticipation of what’s to begin.

Dum, dum, dum

Louder, louder still this strum.

Skrit, skrit, skrit,

The scraping of my cerebrum.

Tossing, turning the pain within,

My breast made of porcelain.

Dum, dum, dum,

The beast’s summon to become,

Slit, slit, slit,

His claws digging till the rind is numb.

Deeper, deeper, past the tissue thin,

I am swallowed by it’s sinister grin.

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