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And she ran
Hoping that her crime
May be forgotten
But by the time she made it home
Her twisted grin was rotten
They tied her up, skin against stake
They lit up the flames
They watched her scream and shake
They had forgotten that it was all a game

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is spooky good...when do the games go too far?

when does fantasy mesh with reality in a way that we can't tell the difference anymore.

this is an insightful piece.

[zainul]

Well written meaningful rhymed poem.
Enjoyed reading.

[absent]

This reminded me of The Crucible and the Salem Witch Trials, especially with the fire and stake. This is pretty powerful image-oriented poem. "Her twisted grin was rotten" is a great line, something I can really visualize in my head. Good write!

[Behrsy]

Thank you, those were definitely inspirations.