Violence Piece

This was my piece on violence. Opinions? I want to fix it up a little and maybe submit it for the literary magazine.

The Devil’s Demon

Pin me down.

Burn my body.

The violence of a mind,

The cutting destruction.

Of my flesh.

Naked.

Call me flesh.

It gives less

Of the illusion

Of a human.

Call me flesh,

Naked.

As if I weren’t so vulnerable already…

Tear me apart.

Destroy me.

Tell me I can’t cry.

Tell me I can’t scream.

Make my heart numb…

Forever…

Send me to heaven,

Send me to hell.

Just send me away.

At least hell

Won’t be so lonely.

Lonely-

When I have to look at you.

Because I have to see you.

Stare at you.

Those eyes,

Predatory.

Make me your pray.

Treat me like an animal,

And detach me from myself.

Make me wish for death.

Taunt me with it.

The Devil is welcoming

 When compared to the consumption

Of your flesh.

Horns and flames: my new safe haven.

I’d sell my soul for a chance at death.

Either way,

Does it matter?

God cannot exist.

If you do.

They say make love,

But you make hate;

Make spirits disappear.

Take away

All my power.

Don’t let me choose.

Don’t give me choice.

Let even my own death

Not be my option.

And take away that one last thing

That was always

Supposed to be mine:

My sexuality.

Let the immense physical pain hold no comparison to the aftermath of the beating that you have inflicted on my soul.

Make my tears crumble

In their own worthlessness.

Burn me in places

That I don’t want you to see.

Make me bleed

From places I’m now ashamed to have.

And make me cry:

From my heart.

From my soul.