How LongA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Bite. Chew, Gnaw.
The fabric flesh tore so easily. Almost as if It had never been together, At all.
Hands bloody, bones aching, skin frozen. He couldn't help but Bathe in the heat of The rabbit's heart. Crimson red Trickling down his body, The fire of which faded slowly, like his mind.
How long had it been? Since his last meal? Last snack? Any sort Of comfort, Really.
How long, Since he was lost In this unforgiving wood?
Sanguine And Winter white, The only colors The child could remember.
Savage and feral.
Gods. How long?
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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