Fodder To The Frogs.A Poem by Brianna Alexandria WolfYou either make it in this world, or you don't. Survival of the fittest. What will you do?
I can hear the crickets chirping,
and being swallowed whole down a throat of hollow ribbon, into the frog's gut bowl. The crunch of broken legs as they snap against his jaw. Kid, you never really had a chance; you were born a riddled flaw. © 2013 Brianna Alexandria Wolf |
StatsAuthorBrianna Alexandria WolfNYAboutI have two mice and two rats. Inked flesh. Wannabe philanthropist of words. What of the flies, WIll Henry? more..Writing
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