Virus   Leave a comment

It
Grows,
Teeth
Clenched,
Fury
Rising,
Burning
Hunger.

It breaks into a million pieces,
It seeds in your flesh,
It seeps and it weeps as it creeps.
The better to eat you with, My Dear.

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Posted April 24, 2015 by veggiewolf in Poetry, Storytelling

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