Tourchered Poem by charlotte marie peachey

as the chloraphorm began to wear off
my heavey eyes began to open
and just then the pain kicked in
i tried to move my arms but they were bound

i was gagged i tried to scream
but no noise came out
then you told me to shut the f**k up
and not to shout

as i cried
you sat there and sighed
and muttered under your breath
what should we do with you

the pain from my wounds drove me mad
and all these things you were doing to me made me sad
but what can i say you didnt trust me
you couldnt trust me enuf to see
that what you were doing was wrong

as you walked up to me
with the drill in your hand
ready to drill the deadly
holes into my body

as you drilled into my breast
my heart began to thump in my chest
and my blood pooled upon the floor
and i couldnt believe you were once the one i adored

then came the knife
as i begged you please dont kill me
but you were mad and couldnt see
your eyes were glazed
and you were green with envy

as you cut deep into the tendon
in my ankles blood began to seep
from the gashes in my feet
then you cut the ropes that bound me

you told me to run but i was too scared
i could not run i loved you still but you couldnt see
you were still to angrey
and so i tried to lift my body form the chair and
run away but as i stood upon my feet

i collapsed and fell to the floor with a thud
i realised you had cut my akilies tendon
and through this it ment i couldnt walk
so you stood above me and without a thought

you sliced my throat
and heard me choke
my last breathes
as you turned me over and
opened my cheast
you carved out my organs
so there was nothign left
and then you dropped my heart on the floor
and in a second your foot had killed my
loving heart