Bloody Prize

I feel the hot air breathing down my soft neck,

Getting at my skin to begin the breakdown

Of the safety and sanctity of my body.

Weak and frail, to the point of a zombie,

I lie with blank eyes at the empty ceiling,

As empty as how I am feeling,

Being violated and massacred,

Falling unwitting prey to the organ trafficker.

The cold begins to seep deep to the bone,

And I have never felt more alone,

Looking into those ugly red eyes

Digging for their bloody prize.

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