Day Five: Prompt: Teeth
My fangs are sharp and pointed,
As they rip into your flesh.
The blood soaks my dry tongue,
And stains my teeth dark red.
I'll hold you in my mouth,
Puncturing skin to keep you safe.
Then I'll carry you far away,
Across the heavy snowfall.
For you are now my prize,
Belonging solely to me.
And you'll stay in my jaws,
Until I set you free.
Just wait and be still,
As my teeth consume you.
While I wrap you in a warmth,
You'll never want to leave.
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November Incandescence
PoetryIncandescence: (Noun) The light from heat Partner: (Noun) Either member of a married couple or of an established unmarried couple Follow me on a poetry journey unlike any other and see how the two definitions above shape this book.
