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Pieces
Swallow each one,
Glass of red wine,
Savour the taste,
Grinding flesh against teeth.
Trust is vital nourishment,
You deny me when I'm hungry,
In a jar you keep them,
Fingers and bruised lips.
Fog steals away the crime,
Knife splitting roots,
She spits up the dead skin,
Writing on the bathroom walls,
I have the pieces of her body.
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Comments
Ozzyturtle123 Says:
A bit gruesome, but good.
Smiling Devil Says:
I like this one very much
I cannot not fav this!
mercury yume Says:
I think I was mostly accessing this from things that you've told me before, but the mood you've created is spot on.
Also, have hope.