A short poem for a prompt from all poetry: 40 words glorifying violence.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
My eyes glaze, I lick my lips
and dream of your apocalypse
The drooling lust of palm in nail
a beat to hear your soothing wail
a crack of bone and bloody cloth
and slurp of marrow, that milky froth
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