Nail

Nail

Scriptober Day 7 Prompt: Nail

Some hills
A filled with the sound of sweet music
These
Are filled with shouts of anguish
A soundtrack that plays over my daily deaths
I am a martyr
Of causes for which righteousness has yet to be determined
Still, I continue to sacrifice myself for the alleged Good
Praying to be resurrected by your sympathies

Poetics & Noticings

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