Room 125, 2:08 AM, November
he rips with his teeth
big blood rush, flows, bubbling stream
white glow through blinds
white eyes
tight breath
I am the ebbing tide,
retreat before rolling wave
he is the salty gush, the crash
seafoam taste
his dormitory walls
crack open cold flesh
big blood rush, flows, bubbling stream
white glow through blinds
white eyes
tight breath
I am the ebbing tide,
retreat before rolling wave
he is the salty gush, the crash
seafoam taste
his dormitory walls
crack open cold flesh
♠ ♠ ♠
written from personal experience; please be careful out there