Question

Katherine, Katherine, Katherine, Katherine.

Black hair, small cold eyes, whom you loved.

wingspan-tease Katherine, chewer of souls.

The door blew open and she blew in, a ghoul.

Black air, small cold wind, taking everything.

Fish-eater Katherine, whose nails dig blood.

I’m going to call her pinch-wingspan, pickle-lip,

piss-dribble, pellet-smear, goat’s-meat breath.

I want to throw stones at her mother’s corpse,

send her children to name-change foster homes.

May the coat she is wearing burst into flames

and boil the flesh blistering off her bones.

May

Answer 1

That bought a tear to my eye.

Answer 2

thanks i was working on that yesterday and finished it

Answer 3

a little creepy..but there is a aduance for it :P

Answer 4

yea i love all types of poetry

Answer 5

i have more if you want to read them?

Answer 6

sure just pm them to me. ill be honest with them

Answer 7

thanks