Can’t you feel it

the heat is rising

attacking my pores

emptying them out

like a trash can

onto a rubbish heap.

Can’t you hear my screams

silently as they seemingly echo

around this arena like Nero

calling for more slaughter…

Can’t you see the flashing steel

as it cuts deep into the flesh

there are no screams now

all succumb by applauds…Yes

today there will be

no takers

no survivors

only death stalks in this arena.

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