Gossamer

Mon, 04/17/2017 - 12:38 -- Eviek4

Seething,

She takes a bite.  

 

I tore like gossamer, 

Like she knew I would. 

 

      She was a butcher by nature. 

      And I was the raw meat 

      Sprawled on her porch, 

      Rotting until I could be preyed upon 

      Again and 

      Again and 

 

      Again...

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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