Rubbed RawA Poem by Jen
Screaming for a numbing release, as life rubs my rib raw
At my door, a soft tap His tall, angelic shadow appears Reaching through the threshold, he rips out my heart Pulsating as blood slowly drips away, ecstasy is mine! © 2015 Jen |
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Added on November 14, 2015Last Updated on November 15, 2015 |