Pull glass out of fresh wound
Blood dripping
Glistening
Like water off a drowned girls hair
Skin bloated
Shining
Like a whipped donkey
Hit with tight rope made of hide like his
Which, raw pink flesh, is not the same
Like lump of meat
On plate, steak you can't eat cooked and
Dead
Like your father
Buried in a small plot
Decaying like rotten fruit
Memories
Raking through your brain
Pain from the good
Like too-sweet pomegranate juice that makes you want to *****