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The point of this poem is to make you cringe. I am testing out my writing abilities here. There is no rhyme or rhythm, the words are the most emphasised because that is what I want to be the main focus here. Did I make you cringe? If so, say so and Respond to my Challenge! Make me, the master of horror, cringe!


Submitted:Nov 24, 2009    Reads: 287    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


Teeth like porcelain, grinding and chipping,

Nails worn down to the flesh, nothing but broken glass,

Skin dry and crackling, bleeding and peeling,

Hair pulled and torn, shed and stinging,

Bloody throats raw with screaming,

Eyes bulging and heavy in their sockets, your voice hoarse with howling.

Feel the icy glass shred into your tender flesh,

A teardrop, no more, as you suffer,

Your blood like hot fire leaking away,

Until you breathe no more.





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