Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
43 shots from a dead eye stare I catch death in a glare and watch the tear in your soul as he drags you through the holy stares cackling through bleeding eyes, nails in your teeth holes in your tongue all seem to scream the same thing, leave
So you go, ****** needles to use in the carousel of hate cracking your mind's eye
A Salem womb a dripping moon telling them to move
Alē
Written by
Alē
Please log in to view and add comments on poems