one last messA Poem by Nobody.one last mess Georgia pines wept mourner’s dew moon reflected red on the knife his wasted life stained her flowered dress one last mess of his to clear gravel pit voice squealed like a cat she’d knocked him flat, then skinned him clean violence echoed mean in her guts but her demon was quiet, and that was good she dug the biggest hole she could back in the woods, where no feet fell nervous giggle when she kicked him in Hell, she mused, belongs in the ground gravel pit voice rolled like a storm he’d knocked her flat, and bruised her deep vicious thrusts rusted in her torn womb a tomb for her broken love, and that was all cabin falls in the swarm of flame shame burns bright; the light of freedom she’ll flee, she’ll hide, she’ll change her name but, she’ll never cower again © 2011 Nobody.Author's NoteFeatured Review
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