The sun set on another glorious day.
I sat in my recliner,
reflecting on what once was.
It was then I realized what must be done.
I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife.
I slowly cut off my index finger.
Blood spurted out,
I began to drink it.
It tasted good.
The pain was excruciating,
but I cherished it.
Every **** second of it.
I then called my dog,
and fed her my finger.
She liked it too.
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
The sun set on another glorious day.
I sat in my recliner,
reflecting on what once was.
It was then I realized what must be done.
I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife.
I slowly cut off my index finger.
Blood spurted out,
I began to drink it.
It tasted good.
The pain was excruciating,
but I cherished it.
Every **** second of it.
I then called my dog,
and fed her my finger.
She liked it too.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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