The smell of bile on a cold tile floor;
a memory she won't have in the morning.
Her shame hidden behind the a locked door;
the smell of bile on a cold tile floor.
He's telling his friends of his new whore
and how much he'll enjoy her boning.
The smell of bile on a cold tile floor;
a memory she won't have in the morning.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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With few lines you show a very sad picture.
Unfortunately, a common scene...
As usual, the form is a delight to see.
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wow, this poem is so short but so powerful.
and....dirty
I like it.
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