you can feel his teeth scrape on your bones
your flesh tears & your sinews s t r e t c h and snap apart
& your blood runs down his face in rivers ;
it drips on the cement to be washed away by the rain
& soon there is no trace of you left behind
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
you can feel his teeth scrape on your bones
your flesh tears & your sinews s t r e t c h and snap apart
& your blood runs down his face in rivers ;
it drips on the cement to be washed away by the rain
& soon there is no trace of you left behind
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