FangsA Poem by Rebecca IsherwoodWritten 10-16-2008. Enjoy.Reach out with Forcep fingers Towards a hormonal Scent that lingers Come into my Barbed wire embrace Biting flesh to Feel a heart race Drawing lines In flushed skin Spilling forth the Warmth within Taste of metal Color of death Lights shut out Stolen breath. © 2008 Rebecca Isherwood |
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2 Reviews Added on December 25, 2008 AuthorRebecca IsherwoodFLAboutI'm a Jane of all trades. I might as well be a centipede for all the things I have a hand in. I'm interested in all forms of art; Poetry, Photography, Drawing, Sculpture, Arts in general, Music, Lyric.. more..Writing
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