PurifyingFire

Sometimes, when no-one is around,I dream of lying in a pool of blood --not just any, mind you, no,the hand that drew the blood would surely be my own.I'd watch ...

sharp kisses of steel wire against fleshmetal burning the wrists coldthe iron will of the ropes andthe mounting anguish of every jointand as the fire roars and brightens there'smoans mixed ...