My head slams into the wall.
I can feel my skull crack;
I scream.
My forehead braces the wall again.
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Five times more
Now six
I'm in the teens
The twentys
Thirtys
When will it stop
It did.
The entirety of my skull is crushed
Bashed in from the front,
Concaving through the back.
I think the worst part was the sound.
How the crunching echoed through the room
The bones getting slammed and slammed and slammed
The rattle my jaw made when it dislocated
And the sound it made when it snapped right in half.
It wasn't a brittle sound
It was hollow
Deep
Hard
Disgusting
It is the worst sound I've ever heard,
And will ever hear.
The sound of bones breaking
The sound of my brain being punctured,
And torn
And smushed
The sound of my neck shattering
My spine cracking
My eardrums rupturing
The sound of my life leaving my body
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Target Audience
PoetryA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.
