Self-flagellation: The Last Highway out of Hell


He whips himself, he whips himself very hard;

the silent screams breaking into an ugly grimace

The cat-o-nine-tails screams like a mad banshee;

the knots striking in a frenzy, a blood thirsty race

Each lash is dedicated to one specific memory;

a black hole in the whole black vast space of life

Each stroke exposing a white pulsating nerve;

a silver snake writhing under a very sharp knife

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