After dragged and
beaten,
handcuffed.
No strenght of movement
at all.
With a blink
the room becomes redish.
Bits of flesh glued
to the wall
decorate the soul.
Knives, nets, balls
and whips.
Witches, priests and
sinners in a
rollercoaster of senses.
This bubble of pain and
screams
emphatize the moment.
Divine.
Ludicrous.
(Mine)
.
Vasco Pompaelo
