Poems from vonrcc12
The first wound
slice an peel back
skinning.
Peel away the
skin from the flesh.
The sickly sweet
and putrid oder
fills the room.
It...
I curse the world
that murdered you.
I curse the murderous words they used
to make this weapon.
one by one they entwined
to create the...
Behind the door
Beyond the tree
Beneath the rock
is where it will be
Waiting to be unleashed
calm and cool
waiting for me
to release...