Something About Burning The Beast Poem by Judah Quintana
Something About Burning The Beast
So pure this imagined kiss, with your fingers in my hair. But if you knew who I was what would you do with me when the beast arose? And my dark thoughts were circling your eyes pleading for you to read them. What would you do when they bled you dry of pity and compassion to the point of when disgust crawled in? Turn away as I burn the pages of a beast so dark.
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