Post mortem slaughterhouseA Poem by Luna Lucretia LawsonA dark twisted poemAlone in the dark lab, Lying on a cold stone slab, Being cut and stabbed, Being prodded and jabbed, Having organs removed, And being disproved, Getting judgmental looks, And being hung by hooks, Left to dry, In the open sky, Blood drips and drops, Being carved and served as chops, A slaughterhouse post mortem, Pushed aside like an unwanted item.
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AuthorLuna Lucretia Lawsonlittlehampton, United KingdomAboutHey my name is Luna, i am 19 and i like writing, drawing and painting and reading, i like manga and anime also i love video games. I love doing research on mythology, languages superpowers. My favori.. more..Writing
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