The Animal's Cell

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Submitted: March 16, 2018

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Submitted: March 16, 2018



The Animal's Cell


His cell is an outpost,

Filled with his own filth and odours.

Winter's come and gone

And now he's got leather gloves,

For hygenic masturbation.

He's got several front teeth missing,

He boasts he lost them during a fellatio session.

A poisenous moon hangs low on the horizon,

Drugging the clouds and stars.

He fucks his own reflection,

And wipes his semen of his mother's mirror.

He feels the warm night

Seeping into his blood.

He feels the summer's breeze.

He feels the colours burning deeper

Into his flesh.




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