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Poesia

A book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.

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de baileymariebugrodd

de baileymariebugrodd

I can feel my eyes sockets expanding,

Daring the orbs to fall out.

My joints are locked, making it hard to move them individually.

I'm crawling on the floor,

Dragging my broken ankles behind me.

I reach under the stall and grab her leg.

She screams as I sink my teeth in.

Blood painting the floor.

I pull her,

And she falls back, hitting her head on the toilet seat.

She's dead.

I continue to devour her.

What happened to me?