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Ice Shanks

January 9, 2018
By Anonymous

Your complaints make me sick,
The love you give is love to be kind to be cruel
But the only thing from love you learned
Was how to shoot someone in the heart.

Your own form of ice still can’t pierce
The frozen core of your heart,
Causing alight fires in other lives
And making ashes hidden under frost bitten finger nails

Skin dripping away from fingers,
Flesh slowly. slowly, peeling away from bones,
Barbecued in a way just like pork
But sadly without the sauce

No mercy for the sleepless drawl
That encloses on your victims encased
Yet making its way up veins of
The raw blade of the wielder

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