It did not taper sharp enough
and the check did not engage the relief as it aught.
Knuckle whitening terror shook and the teeth were loosed.
Half way through the tap I changed my mind
and due to the poor construction,
this birdcage is more a work of art than a practical torture device.
Shine the steel all you want but the mind is still abused of it.
A bullet built somewhere between breath and butane sounds better
than the smile slowly leaving your face.
This dusty visage is but the stuff of wandering minds.
Unless you see the sights you never knew
there is danger in not keeping the gate closed.
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