Apr 2015
Venom, sharp as a razor;
The *** in your hand swings
Separating body from head.
The thing wriggles a figure eight;
A caress of self with no comfort.
Life dries rust-red in the sun.
The *** in your hand swings
Separating body from head.
The thing wriggles a figure eight;
A caress of self with no comfort.
Life dries rust-red in the sun.
