WormsA Poem by JustNonsenseAndSugarRotting, Rotting, Rotting Flesh.
Maggots writhe within his chest. Eating, feeding, digging down. Hitting bone with no sound. Screaming, wailing, torture pain. Blood falls in crimson rain. Rusting, bloodsoaked thick, strong chains. Bloody muscle torn and ripped from strains. Living death until last breath. © 2017 JustNonsenseAndSugarReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 1, 2017 Last Updated on November 8, 2017 AuthorJustNonsenseAndSugarSomewhere, MIAboutI lack understanding of others so it is difficult for me to comment on your writing. If you ask me to specifically, I will try to do my best however. I will try to comment on writing but I normally av.. more..Writing
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