The CircleA Poem by ChaseSnap! Pop! Breaking bones, with hide torn up and moose knuckle toes. The blood is art and flesh is life; with teeth that flash sharp as a knife. It has not died in vain. No. The pain was not for nix; for with this flesh shall be fed many. From it… There will be life.
© 2014 ChaseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2014 Last Updated on June 16, 2014 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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