To Break. Poem by R. C. Welford

To Break.



This is torture, when you make me talk first,

Plain and simple. not with pliers, knives,

Thumb screws, hunger or thirst,

But with a lack of words.


You stick the knife into my chest,

And let me grab the handle, and twist.

I dare not leave it lying, lest,

You leave me there to bleed.

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