Under Teeth and Howl

Weird Poetry

I found myself

Under your teeth

And your howl-faced skull,

Your expression twisted into

Eternal grimacing.

Your drew all of my blood

Through my fingertips,

And turned my veins cold with your empty.

You made me wail my steaming guts

Into the frozen ground,

And grind them to paste

Beneath my bare muddy feet.




*** Whatsamatter, Sweet Cheeks? Need a hug? ***

*** I don’t know…. I’m just so drained…. And I always need hugs. Eternally. ***

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