Scarlet Dripping Shriek MakerA Poem by Jane SmithDon't take this literally i'm not so mental as to actually wish to do this to anyone, this was just a piece i wrote out of boredom just for something to do. hope you enjoy!Your voice
hits my heart like nails scratching the chalkboard It makes me
crave to dig my nails into your skin to sink my
fingers in the soft creamy flesh of your neck Engorging
them in through layer and layer of your filthy tissue until I can clutch onto your wet , hot throat I tremble at
the thought of ripping it out and watching it pulsate in my hands I want
nothing more than to feel the thick moisture of blood on my tongue taste the bitter sweet metallic zest , as I gnaw that
scarlet dripping shriek maker in half with my teeth Gulp it
down, fast , and loud , and feel your
liquid drip down my chin, onto the ground beneath my feet And I want
you to watch me slurp your esophagus up Eyes wide, mouth
gaping trying to let out a scream but silence
is filling your breathe I shiver
with delight imaging a fist sized hole in your hollowed out neck And at the
image of you fading away ... dying slowly and painfully, jerking and threshing
just as a sockeye salmon
caught on a hook, pulled out of the
water, and dropped on a grimy fishermen
deck aching for a
single breathe of air that you never receive But instead I
sit here, in hushed rage unable to hear you sing another idiotic chorus of love And change
the station.
© 2013 Jane SmithReviews
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1 Review Added on June 1, 2013 Last Updated on June 1, 2013 AuthorJane SmithAboutI am an aspiring poet, dancer, and a student. I recently started using the internet to share my poems so i'm new to all this. Read my work and let me know what you think. more..Writing
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