Worms

Worms

A Poem by JustNonsenseAndSugar


Rotting, Rotting, Rotting Flesh.
Maggots writhe within his chest.
Eating, feeding, digging down.
Hitting bone with no sound.

Screaming, wailing, torture pain.
Blood falls in crimson rain.

Rusting, bloodsoaked thick, strong chains.
Bloody muscle torn and ripped from strains.

Living death until last breath.

© 2017 JustNonsenseAndSugar



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Yikes! This is perfect for a horror scene. Gory and scary too.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JustNonsenseAndSugar

10 Months Ago

Thank you much
You paint a pretty picture here for sure of pain and guts and blood and gore. A day too late for last Halloween. Only three hundred and sixty four days until next 'All Hallows'.........N

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JustNonsenseAndSugar

10 Months Ago

I kept trying to post this and it kept giving me an error message. It was originally posted on Hallo.. read more
Neville Pettitt

10 Months Ago

No worries, we got it in the end......N

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JustNonsenseAndSugar

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