Hating you

by Miri   Oct 12, 2006


Shimmering blade,
cold glass,
Slowly cutting into his flesh.
The skin breaks appart,
the blood slowly running along the metal plates.
That agonizing cry,
twisting and turning,
his own body he can't stand no more.
Screaming and gasping for air.
With a diabolic smile
she tells him "Truth or dare".

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  • 18 years ago

    by robin milford

    The words in this poem r so discriptive that i actually drew a mental picture it was a scene that belonged in a horror flick it was awesome