Aug 2019
like a buzzard she
feasts upon the fallen
tearing scraps of skin from
their cold, cold bodies
she stares you in the eye with
blood dripping from her open maw and
dares to say she didnt do it
feasts upon the fallen
tearing scraps of skin from
their cold, cold bodies
she stares you in the eye with
blood dripping from her open maw and
dares to say she didnt do it
