HOPE

By R. H. Henry

The cat’s claws rake my back bloody

Snip!  They’ve pruned another finger

I sing out for a bone breaking

They move me, again

Exposed nerves jingle-jangle across the blood-slicked floor

Anguish, my friend, won’t you stay a while longer

Torture me not with the promise of hope

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