Fin

Collic

30 Aug, 2015 06:51 PM 
Sweating and breathing
Panting and screaming
Didn't think I'd ever see him
But I heard and so did you
The thud and smack of the steel toed shoe

Dancing to the beat of that drum
Lolling head and swollen tongue
A baseline 
A crescendo 
A guttural moan when the thing was done

It pulled and smacked and slipped and stuck
Sordid and sticky
Filled with muck
One last secret fuck
With the plastic and the flies
Tags: Death, Murder
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Jordan says:
02 Oct, 2015 08:04 AM

I honestly really love this poem. Is there a way I can contact you about this piece in particular? I have my email in my about me and I hope you can contact me!

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Curt says:
07 Mar, 2016 05:41 AM

Is this poem talking about a flyswatter?

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