Venom’s Spite

Hatred developed like a photograph

Slipping the venom with a twelve inch needle

Violent spasms tingle in rhythm

Lust is the saliva on my irritated tongue

A gust of shivers soaring at sixty miles per hour

Nailing like a rusty hammer

Selfishness and submissiveness collide

Wrapping hands around the bullhorn

Releasing the spite in her open mouth

5 Comments

  1. Wow. This is fucking awesome. I’m not sure if my take-away was what you intended as you penned it, but I still… well, it elicits a very vivid scene in my mind which I guess was just perfect for where I’m at mentally. So. Yeah. Great work. (Just like I can always expect from you.)

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