So Much
Blood red
On my hands,
Seeps
Between my fingers and
Stains.
The knife
Slides so easily
Through the warm flesh,
As I slice
Your magnificent
Sweet
Beets.
Blood red
On my hands,
Seeps
Between my fingers and
Stains.
The knife
Slides so easily
Through the warm flesh,
As I slice
Your magnificent
Sweet
Beets.
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Comment by doggybag — November 13, 2006 @ 12:52 pm