Wet BloodA Poem by butt muncher Warning: Gross Wet blood It drips Down my finger tips Air it out till it tries Like the blood between my thighs Inflicted by you You have won The darkest of hues The deepest of blues Couldn’t come close To the harshness of you Couldn’t compete With the ones you abuse The pink in your head Has nothing to lose You have won You have won Wet blood It drips Down my finger tips You have won You have won You have won © 2016 butt muncher |
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butt muncherNCAboutMy stories suck but I share them anyway in case someone thinks otherwise. I mostly write plays because even though I find that my stronger area of writing comes with my narration opposed to the dialog.. more..Writing
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