I hear the screams around me.
Constantly, continuously, never ending.
Do you hear them too?
I didn’t think so.
The screams that shatter the glass on the table
Filled to the brim with your lies.

They’re eating at me,
Clawing at my arms until the skin peals away.
Arms tied behind me,
Rocking back and forth on my knees
I beg, plead, pray for the screams to end.

Suddenly they’re turned into horrid
chocking, gagging, retching noises.
I’m not worried though.
It’s only the sound of you having difficulties
Swallowing your own lies.

Good.
I hope you die.