"choics" poems
Her Body/Her Weapon/Her Choice
Ultra violent
visions
of
grandeur
gracefully
spill the blood
of lost innocence
in the lust of the moment
I lunged for her throat
swallowed her moans
and left her writhing
in bed
beating her heart out
bleeding her love out
battling demons
of my ****** up
electromagnetic
heart
I left a war
in her head
waived the white flag
and walked away
Like God
leaving her to
her own
destructive
device
Her Body
Her Weapon
Her Choice
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC