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
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