Best Whatnot Poems
I am the bitter taste of gallIs it wierd how my scars ache when I think of her (unbled blades, tap of streaming tears)
Is it odd how I wish to kick, stab, bludgeon her (the dog hung within the gallows, mellow flesh hung low)
Is it wierd how I cherish my lacking...
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Categories:
whatnot, death, dog, horror, mother,
Form:
Free verse