I screamed for help, and the whipping continued.
Whips for screams.
Everyone looked, sadness in their eyes.
In a still and stunned silence.
My body was beaten to pulp,
Even the blood would sting -
As it would find its course.
And the body went numb with pain.
I staggered at every step,
begging him for mercy
begging the onlookers for help.
Heads shook and backs turned.
"Cut!".
The make up man is summoned to remove
make-up excellently done.
The extra's are paid.
The director and I smoke a joint.
He says something about something.
I nod my head in agreement, act interested
The lights are blinding.
I can only think of unpaid bills and a 3 year old alone at home
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