My New FriendA Poem by Ally BakerFlaming beauty Wonderful heat Dancing freely
With a twitch Of my finger It dissappears
Another twitch && it comes back
My arm feels sticky With the Axe Laying upon it Thickly
I bring down The flame, My new friend, To the thick layer of Axe
She grows bigger Instantly I whimper As she dances
Drinking the Axe Oh so quickly And moving on To eat at my skin
The pain grows And grows So I decide to
Water My friend's enemy Kills her off
I watch My skin Grow raw and red And puff up
I run my fingers Along it Admiring it
And think about The next visit From my new friend © 2008 Ally Baker |
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Added on October 30, 2008 Last Updated on November 4, 2008 Author
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