The delicious
and such malicious
way of how the
look of the blade
to thy wrist;
It's blue pulse,
jumping up and down.
Suddenly appearing,
And calling attention.
to the wonderful shiny
silver blade.
Just like a woman,
flirts to a man.
And closer comes
the blade towards thy
wrist, Slowly and gently
coming to position.
One Slash there,
and another there.
Until the pulse,
slowly releases
the strawberry jam
into her.
And dies away.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 8:00 AM UTC
The delicious
and such malicious
way of how the
look of the blade
to thy wrist;
It's blue pulse,
jumping up and down.
Suddenly appearing,
And calling attention.
to the wonderful shiny
silver blade.
Just like a woman,
flirts to a man.
And closer comes
the blade towards thy
wrist, Slowly and gently
coming to position.
One Slash there,
and another there.
Until the pulse,
slowly releases
the strawberry jam
into her.
And dies away.
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