His teeth slide into the slits in my skin.
His tongue slick against my rippled skin.
Nails dragging across gooey flesh.
Rake. Rake. Rake.
Shred by shred, it peels away.
Chills shudder through my goosebumped skin.
His hot mouth grazing against my gritty skin.
Rake. Rake. Rake.
For nothing can resist the fangs of man.
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GRUESOME TALES AND DARK POEMS
PoetryGruesome tales of darkness and ominous poems of killers lie within this book. This is my new playground for testing out horror based writing and disturbing descriptions. The content might be unsettling to sensitive readers.
