Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Frenzy


I stuffed them all down
like a good little girl
urged to swallow her medicine.

Raw red meat
in a
black and white
world.

Tender tongues 
twisted and ripped-out
like an old rubber band.


As their groans
splashed crimson
across my
reckoning

distracted by my next meal
as a  mad ghoul
lunges past me,  down this dark corridor.

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