A Familiar Taste

The night started out
as common as any.
In a bar with your friends shooting pool.

"This path was a shortcut."
you laugh at yourself,
"Now you're lost in the woods you damn fool!"

The air's a bit chilly.
It's damp out and foggy.
With each step it gets harder to grin.

Your laugh fades to silence.
As you hear the wind howling,
you wonder how long it has been.

The moon is off hiding.
The stars are cloud covered.
It's quite dark under black drape of night.

"My mind's playing tricks,"
you console your poor heart,
trembling within you from fright.

You say, "I'm a man,
there's nothing to fear.
The shadows are empty just as in the light."

"Say what you wish,"
your soul warns, "you know better.
We're surrounded by evil tonight."

Your nostrils are burned
and your lungs become drowned
in death's acrid stench that you're bathed in.

Your blood turns to ice.
Your flesh is frost covered
from the cold sweat that froze to your skin.

The sound of new rope
creaking against the old wood
where a body had freshly been strung.

The back of your neck
feels the steam of hot breath
and the warm damp meat of a tongue.

Before you can turn,
two beasts grab your arms
and you're crucified face down to a tree.

A stake through each wrist
and one through both feet.
You try to fight, beg, bargain and plea.

You are writhing and thrashing,
trying to be free. A rope behind your knees
keeps your legs pinned to bark.

You're riding your tree
like a mad horse to death. You hear nothing but laughter
thrown at you from dark.

His razor sharp talons
tear your clothing to shreads.
Your blood soaked jeans hit the dirt with a "slap".

He climbs up the tree
and plants his claws in your calves.
His hands grip your throat like a strap.

One demon each shoulder
throw your head back
further than nature had ever intended.

You hear your neck crack.
Your body goes limp.
You think this is death. The torture has ended.

His minions have pliers
to tear out your teeth.
One by one they drop to the ground.

You force out a scream
to wake up the dead,
but past your lips there comes not a sound.

Penetration is brutal,
he rips through your bowels.
Pieces of flesh cling to your thighs.

He climbs up your back
to perch on your shoulders.
The face of your attacker, at last in your eyes.

His dick looks for your throat,
as your mouth becomes full,
with your sh1t and blood and his cum.

You're choking to death
as his friends cheer him on.
Thank God, your body's finally gone numb.

They all point and snicker
as they walk off and leave you,
not caring if you live or die.

You're nailed to a tree
left bleeding and battered.
Your mind can do nothing but just wonder why.

So the next time you wonder
if her skirt was too short,
or if her knees had freshly been scraped.

Open your eyes and your heart.
Close your mouth!
You know how it feels to be raped.