Poems from Shanice
Only a facade, her innocence
Her actions along with her appearance make others tense
They see a sinner, but small and quite sweet
The most...
Blood burns inside her wrists so sore
until she’s writhing on the floor
in acute pain caused by the madness
of consuming ones heart and...
His long neck around her own
She gasps for air in short breaths
Her bottem lip caught in his beak
is starting to bleed and drip onto his...