The moon dawns...

A skinless freak locked in a cage.

War-torn, heart broken, and empty;

His own shivers, his only friend

 

Spiked chains sink into his achilles,

His sleep forever disturbed by ridged mice gnawing at his muscle tissue

... sometimes he lets them take a bite before kicking them away 

 

Selflessness killed the cat .

The giving tree turned to stump .

His skin.. Worn by one, embraced by another.

His tongue long has forgotten speech,

However, his hands remain palms up. With nothing to gift

He chokes his last breath... and thanks the mice For their acquaintance.

As the sun rose upon his corpse...

 

• Cosmica