Trapped Meat

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Trapped Meat

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Trapped Meat

Poem by: Imuildaeren

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Genre: Horror

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Summary

A dark kinda poem, and yes neibourghs is spelt wrong.

Summary

A dark kinda poem, and yes neibourghs is spelt wrong.

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Submitted: November 08, 2009

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Submitted: November 08, 2009

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Its weight is heavy in my hands i look round there is pan strips of flesh might just sizzles and maybe little music too lighten the mood. Why so glum chump you’re only missing an ear or two maybe three wait that’s your nose, is that nose bleed or just a hole or two. You can’t run out the house you little mouse let, let me take you to a darker place, what is wrong with my face? I swear i could muffle and cuddle you till you became my daughter or something, you don’t like bedroom antics maybe some aspirin could help with that dilemma.  I went out into the shed and found a shredder now think of the ideas and what could be funnier than shredded hand to sweeten the tooth. I don’t want to have you gag you honey, i mean you don’t want the neibourghs to hear now do we dear. How about this mabye a little twist of the neck or a leg or two, oops i thing i just twisted the wrong no need to guess the paramedics tell me that police are out to arrest me. Why i thought do they not like me neither? I mean who couldn’t resist my friendly face.


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