Death Of The Innocent Whore Poem by RIC BASTASA
Death Of The Innocent Whore
she submits to the
hold of the chains
hoping to regain her
freedom that he once
took away from her
soon, soon, she keeps
telling herself
the iron chains tighten
on her arms
soon, soon, she keeps
telling her body
gyrating to the feast
of his drunkenness
to Bacchus he cheers
till dusk
until one day a dead woman
lies dead on the floor
bathed in her own blood
she finally got
what she had long sought.
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