© Sauce*Box, Spring 1996.
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When Shadows Scream
by Orlando
Anaya
A Concrete bed supports her timid form
a victim of passions struggle
she recalls his torment....
a shadow
The instrument of his passion
pulsating madly to frenzied struggle
fashioning fear
from frantic tears
fruit of his insidious labor
she has ripened
and been consumed
by his fury
she has yet to feel
his presence depart
his shadow
remains like a weight
upon her soul
spoiling her spirit
entertaining sodomistic desire
he destroys sacred place
his laughter echoes
throughout her tiny frame
burning holes
within her heart
she screams to the shadow
heightening his pleasure
he rewards her with speedy demise
spilling his sin
upon the concrete bed....
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