Death Dialogue

A Poem by Bobisnotmyuncle

Death Dialogue squawks at my door

frothing a swath sword

breathin' a heathen at my doorstep

An orthodox tongued w***e

mountains of words loaded afloated

reciprocated with filthy fluttered mutters

Conversation implores at my entryway

pleading an intelligent foe to spray

an unsheathed chuffed scuff in longing

the ledger log bogs with Death Dialogues

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Added on April 10, 2023
Last Updated on April 10, 2023

Writing is both the outlet and the fork, and its guided by emotion which bleeds slowly through it all. more..

Hurting for More

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