My fingers
only recently severed from
my lonely hand
still twitch--
trying to return...
My eye dangles from its socket
never to be used again
The pain never-ending
Testicles
Seared beyond recognition
or use
A death within a death
Through one eye
Painfully watching the flesh
from my thigh
Fed to strange, ravenous creatures
I would never let my secrets
slide from my lips
Even without the rusty metal hooks
that puncture my pink tongue
Loyalty everlasting
Death is coming one day
I think
I hope
I pray