OOC: Hi everyone. This is my first time here in sgforums, but
not in fictionpress.com, where I go by the name of Outlaw02. Yeah,
I'm a writer, each time improving my writing skills. However,
writing poems was how I became today, and well, I gave a shot at
it, this one being actually a clue poem related to a primary story
I'm currently writing. So, without further ado, here it is.
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REMNANTS
BY: OUTLAW-2
A hand; stretching out for me,
I grasped it; only to be a marionettes,
Chains; rusty that screamed tetanus,
Cuffed; firmly to my ankles.
A syringe; used and discarded,
Blood; dried and rotting
Wounds; open and infected,
Body; feverish.
A window; I viewed through it,
Devastation; I saw failed copies of myself,
Frustration; I huddled to one grimy corner,
A whip; forcing me to stretch out my arm.
Blood; my life force extracted,
Breaths; each one heavier than before,
Vision; blurred,
Conversation; slurred.
A yank; I woke up,
A hand; doused in blood,
I grasped it; but was shoved away,
I stumbled; stepped on countless times.
A howl; I wept,
Tears; in a form of blood,
Pain; surged throughout my body,
Time; a day has passed.
Hellena Scarlatina
