Hands tied and pulled above me. My back freshly shredded from 100 lashes. Cicadas sang their summer song while blood seeped from my wounds. Fireflies burnished the fields where I would never toil again. Soaked in blood, sweat and piss, I quietly prayed for the peace of impending death.
From the Big House, my Master finally came. His sharp knife slid across my jugular and it was done. I slipped into darkness, taking with me the name my mother gave me. His task complete, Master strolled back to his porch. By gaslight he poured his whiskey, and enjoyed a hand-rolled smoke.
Thank you Lance Burson for hosting the 100 word song prompt. You rock my friend! You really, really, really do. I’m honored you asked me to contribute the song for this week.
People, go read his work. He’s fabulous!!!
It is quite dark and starkly descriptive. But at least there was release. That’s good, I guess! 🙂
Sometimes the sweetest release is, death.
Love,
Renee
Heartbreaking, but sadly likely more fact than fiction.
Very heartbreaking indeed. A dark stain on our history that can never be cleaned.
Love,
Renee
Made me uncomfortable and sad, as everything about this abhorrent era does. Very well done. Can’t say I loved it, it wouldn’t feel right. I respect the work and appreciate your ability to voice it.
I would never want you to say you love it. What I wanted you to do is ‘feel’ the story I wrote. It was a horrible time in our history. One from which we will never be redeemed. Stories from the era still need to be told. Thanks for reading.
Love,
Renee