The people she adores,
She cuts them all into pieces,
Skewered,
Slid neatly into her open mouth.
She runs out of food,
Chews on you,
Hates your bones,
And how they cut her cheeks.
Your spilling blood slick,
Smudging her face,
Like lipstick.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
The people she adores,
She cuts them all into pieces,
Skewered,
Slid neatly into her open mouth.
She runs out of food,
Chews on you,
Hates your bones,
And how they cut her cheeks.
Your spilling blood slick,
Smudging her face,
Like lipstick.
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