"Butcher"
Week of Darkness: Day one
Slice, dice
Carve and cut
Open up your throat
Sew your lips shut
Couldn't stay quiet
Just let your tongue waggle
Now here is your blood
Splattered on this marble
I begged you to stop
Pleaded for you to see sense
You didn't listen now you're split open
Here on this cold bench
Angela M OBrien
16/7/11
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