Red Meat

04/30/2013

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Fighting all these chains
To escape into a wonderland
Run free with the butterflies
Sore with the black crows

Get shot down 
With blood splattering on the ground
Hit pavement 
With your brains smeared on the concrete

Walk up to the corpse
And cut into it diagonally
Rip the guts out into the open
Smell rotten flesh

See crows pick at the insides
And let your pupils grow
Big and wide
With a sick grossest stare
Into the mangled body
That nurtures 
The maggots



































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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
 
 
Once upon a time there was love in the air
 Then it took a dark and twisted path to screaming and terror

Bickering became a routine
And physical pain became a constant thing

Until the fear became anger
And control seemed unfair 

They watched as their bones cracked and saw them split
Felt the fragments fly and cleaned up their bloody lips

Then they came to their senses
And tried to mend them with gauze and plaster

The moral of the story is
This love story had no happily ever after










Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.