Charming RazorbladesA Poem by Dennis Carlo Premacio
Can I cut your throat, please?
And spill your blood in my hands, too. How I love to slice that filthy flesh and spurt them blood and lick a few. Can I take that eyeballs out? And let me eat it fresh and raw. How I love to taste, no doubt, them sockets and veins in awe. Can I cut your head off, sir? And roll it in the floor, yes! Them blood spurting and spilling, I love the sight and quirkiness! Can I? Can I? No, that isn't a request. Run, now, my baffled guest. © 2014 Dennis Carlo Premacio |
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Added on December 10, 2014 Last Updated on December 10, 2014 Author
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