Sharp Teeth

If he knew the sounds his nails make 

When he scratches these walls

Would he file them down?

If he knew of the all the blood

That he poured on his own hands

Would he wipe it off?

All the ulcers and sores

That line my organs

A click of the remote 

A twitch of an eyebrow

My little project has sharp teeth

Too tired to raise his lips and snarl at me

My little project hisses in mumbles

And slips back into the underworld 

I am the sun he refuses to look at

My words are a crucifix to his eyes

A clove of garlic to his nose 

I should be the one

To put my hands

To his throat

Roles reversed

But it won't be this time

Or the next

His power remains 

With the stare 

Reviews

[drugaddledwriter]

Dangerous relationships seem to be the most excited... and enticing.

[Nightfeather]

A powerful poem with an epic flavour to it. The words you choose to write have made an real impact one me, for the emotions who lie underneath it has flown over to me. I like the way you write, the poem is dark but that does not take away the power and awesomeness of this poem. Please, never stop writing for your talent would go to waste.

Good job :D