Dec 2014
Taste of blood
lingering, flesh still
against the tongue.
Bound tight, the willing
neck in the noose
swallows.
All continuity
sprawls forth.
This Truth
we keep Secret
is the burden
of the throat.
lingering, flesh still
against the tongue.
Bound tight, the willing
neck in the noose
swallows.
All continuity
sprawls forth.
This Truth
we keep Secret
is the burden
of the throat.
