Five Takes From Friday
Letemdangle
Published
10/21/2011
It foamed like flagrant tomes derived from yesterdays.
My breath it held mercy death beyond it's peak.
The tiny bit of life convulsed like puking rabbits.
I knew not my keep!
To chew the necks of those for sustenance. I shut their eyes, bent their hands.
I disfigured until the episode held no relevance.
The meat was sweet, the swallow sour. My head held high, my soul devoured!
My breath it held mercy death beyond it's peak.
The tiny bit of life convulsed like puking rabbits.
I knew not my keep!
To chew the necks of those for sustenance. I shut their eyes, bent their hands.
I disfigured until the episode held no relevance.
The meat was sweet, the swallow sour. My head held high, my soul devoured!
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