The smell of Iron carresses my nose.
I undress.

Looking in the mirror.
Scars decorating my skin.

Others- Ugly.
Me- Beauty.

My eyes take in every inch of myself.
Is it ****** up to say I got turned on?

My eyes dart to the corner of the room.
There lays a lifeless body, bloodless.

My eyes dart to the bathtub.
Filled to the rim with crimmison.

Blood is boiling.

I walk accross the blood soaked floor,
leaving ****** footprints in my wake.

I pearch on the side of the tub.
Stick my toe into it.

A sigh and a shiver of pleasure escape me.
I emerse myself in to it.

I grin...

Razor teeth on display.
For my victoms who are forced to watch.

Bliss...

A Snowbird’s Trip

Through Powdering snow flakes and cold wind

Rushing forward ahead of Jack Frost

This was certainly a race of endurance

to reach our paradise…..To avoid becoming his victoms

Freedom of Jack Frost’s Curse was the cost.

Past overcome victims

The odds were stacked.

We busted through Jack Frost’s Icy Wall

As to escape to a brighter destination..a war..

The first wave.. We attacked.

Jack struck back with all of his icy might..

However, the Snow Bird was too cunning….

We were upon strong wing

And blurred out of sight.