I bloom like a mallow in the morning
I bloom dripping blood like dew
I bloom in the dark of the night
I bloom catching prey like a trap
I bloom waiting for the next
I bloom salivating for more
I bloom with gnashing teeth
I bloom waiting and waiting
I bloom ripping flesh and crunching bone
I bloom with a grin
I bloom when prey comes near
- Author: Ian Faust (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 13th, 2017 22:26
- Comment from author about the poem: This is part of the nightmares I used to have and it meant a lot to me as writing is an outlet for my depression.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
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