De Wolf / SedateA Poem by C Peril
No matter the niceness, something in
my spirit is froth and fang, foam and rage... no matter the eloquence I muster on the page, I need to find an outlet depraved As the sins which I'm currently planning how to atone for, corrupt more Black as hide, hideously tried to bite the not-so-innocent whimperer Came at her with claws and jaws, upending natural laws, defiling, deriding the pleasure which I take, wrapping round like a snake, suffocating my prey. Sedate.
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Added on May 13, 2023 Last Updated on May 13, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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