Iron (poem)

--graphic imagery--

I chew my arm off and

work through each tendon,

string line meat

spitting each

conquered piece

at your feet

You’re so short sighted

No mirror eye

and a fur-line periphery

Nose goes the night

You only smell the sweltering cold

Only hear a great shivering

When you are sleeping

and I can’t rip out your neck

without an animal fight

I will lose

By virtue of my shake

I nudge

the sacrifice, my

Threadbare arm placed by

your head

I hope the smell of iron wakes you up

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Blank_driver

truly a "i want to sleep inside of your warmth, even if i have to gut you open to do so" moment

exacccctly

tai ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

this is amazing. you should post more :3

haha thank you!! im def using this blog to post my writings and poems, u should sub <3 more good stuff