Caught by a Mob

Caught by a frenzied crowd

Surrounded and beaten

Screams of anger sound so loud

They don't care that for three days I haven't eaten

Rope around my neck, I am dragged

Dragged somewhere to do their deed

Blows rain down as I lay there gagged

One spark and the mob follows its lead

Forced to stand up and study the bloodlust

As a tyre filled with fuel is forced over me

Soon I shall be nothing but ashes and dust

Soon to be tortured and killed for all to see

Over me, more fuel they pour

A hand holds out a lighter, a flame is struck

It touches the tyre, the flames rise as cheers soar

This is it, out of time and out of luck

The smell of burning rubber and flesh, stomach churns

My fading screams, a chilling sound

I am now gone but the fire still burns

All that is left is blackened ground.

©Josh West

Picture credit: Vulvodynia fan art