Distilled anger infects every pore of my being, festering pustules of venomous and sludge-thick distain Nidorous intent dries up saliva - parched choked and so hard to breathe; Yet suffocating would be far too kind.
Stagnant with this fuming umbrage, such memories pool, bitter black and viscous and I'm drowning in the excrement that you spew like some Adonis downpour- fluffed by your own reflection.
I see a pale hand that is not mine, reaching up and out for me. Together, she and I - two victims of your pestilent crimes - fall silently beneath a reeking surface of sharp and pungent violence.
dragonpoe 9/17/07
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 15:45, 2007-09-16
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 15:48, 2007-09-16
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