I Am The Offer

Imminent doom
I sense in this room

Bland concrete walls
a searing pain in my jaw

Unsteady eyes
fill with a thousand flies

Gag on the stench
“Please open a vent”

My plea unanswered
a slow echo fractured

Bouncing confusion
my helpless seclusion

Ankles and wrists ache
from miles of duct tape

Affixed to a bed
swaddled in dread

Approached at my back
My head took a crack

What could they want?
I fear this won’t stop

This light too dim
to adjust my vision

Four figures
obscured

Close in
like a herd

Twist to break free
from this perceived agony

Dry cotton mouth
starts to scream
starts to shout

Acutely aware
of their menacing stare
piercing
intense
I have no defense

Possessive hands
rabid demands

they rip
they scratch

I am under attack

A cacophonous chant
scatter an army of ants

Apprehension dictates
there will be no escape

Their venomous evil
tears off the first limb

And as I slowly expire
I see the devil walk in