Tortured Bird

Billy was once a small, weak, pathetic sparrow.
He never thought of himself as anything, just glided through life.
He had no ambitions or goals and his life was full of sorrow.
Although they are few, he had good days within the strife,
But to be truthful, the good days aren’t worth talking about.
His days of terror and pain are much more excitingly pernicious.
One day Billy was meticulously picking the ground for food--a feeble amount.
His world suddenly went black and he looked around, curious,
His brain was too slow and small to comprehend that he was imprisoned.
He felt a sensation in his stomach as he was lifted from the ground.
With his wing, he moved the cloth and saw a neck richly emblazoned.
There were blood-red rubies and blue sapphires, sparkling and round.
After a few minutes, he discerned that his captor was female.
He fell into a deep sleep, his thoughts lingering on his destination.
Whether it was a peaceful place full of food, nothing moldy or stale,
Or if it was a terrible place flooded with evil and corruption.
His enigmatic thoughts found a solution when he awoke to a stench.
The pungent odor filled his nostrils and burned his eyes.
It smelled of rotting meat and caused his stomach to wrench.
He realized with revulsion, this is a place where many things die.
Darkness dissolved into bright light as the cloth was removed.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the gold bars of his cage.
He looked around at his surroundings and his heart was moved,
Into the depths of darkness filled with fear and rage.
There were countless rotting carcasses around the room,
Slowly decomposing and releasing the noxious, burning scent.
Billy backed away from the cage door, away from his doom.
In torturous pain and misery, he knew his life would be spent.
The demented woman’s hand reached into the cage and grabbed him.
Her tight grip squeezed all of the breath from his body,
And he felt a rib crack from her steel-like grip, strong and slim.
The demon strapped Billy’s wings to a wall that felt damp and bloody.
With his wings spread wide, his torso was open to all damage,
He was utterly defenseless, although he didn’t have any defenses to begin with.
He looked at the floor and saw a grate for fluid drainage.
A table stood to the left, piled with tools of seemingly great pith.
The woman walked to the table and picked up a silver tool.
It looked like two metal bars criss-crossed and flat-tipped.
Billy thought the item was called pliers, useful in different ways, good or cruel.
With the now familiar tool, a sensitive feather, the woman gripped,
And tore it off with deliberate, slow force, her face filled with euphoria.
Billy cried in agony as blood seeped from the small wound.
The blood dripped off his body to the grating ridden with bacteria.
As the woman began tearing out more of his feathers, she softly crooned.
Her voice sounded heavenly, ethereal, like the voice of an angel,
But her voice was just a guise to her true soul.
This woman acted like a demon, evil and raised from Hell,
Copious menace and evil intent poured from her body, like water overflowing a bowl.
The excruciating pain began causing Billy to go out of consciousness,
And after what seemed an eternity, his bloodied body was bare of all feathers.
He had lost much blood and his skin was pale and colorless.
His death would greatly please the woman’s monstrous endeavors,
And pleasing her was what he loathed to do, but he could no longer fight.
He couldn’t resist the lull of death, the dismal, glorious release.
His surroundings blended into an enchanting tunnel filled with light.
As he reached the tunnel’s end, his pain, his horrible pain, finally ceased.