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There was blood,

and lots of it.

It mixed with his tears

and eventually with his saliva

as those stupid men,

with horrific grins,

morphed, menacing,

pounded, punched, kicked,

smashed, slammed, battered,

and shattered the poor man’s face.

And all the poor man could say

was, “Please, please, spare me.

I’m not even attracted to you dumbasses.”

And all the stupid men would say

was, “Why the hell should that matter?

Shut up and die already.”

And there was still lots of blood

Flowing, coursing

from that poor man’s

crumpled body

shriveling like a pile of tinder

perishing in a bonfire.

Until the poor man,

jagged,

bloodied,

bruised,

purpled and blued

Turned into a silent grey ball.

Born and raised in CA. Film, literature, music, poetry, mostly gay/queer/GSM topics. Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.

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