eyes dried from cries left upon dormant ears
the most precious of all faith extinguished
by the slither of a slick fiery tongue and evil eyes
she was embraced by an iron maiden
with piercing spikes laced and drizzled
with honey and aged fine wine
her senses, intoxicated by the sweetness
of the child's play and smile
there was no feeling of penetration,
no stabbing sensation
flesh and spikes became one, enclosed inside
and forced to remain standing upright
she continues to live breathe in pain
from not dying for the heart remains unscathed
beating furiously with fire, awaiting the day the device
is unlocked...and she, released.
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