Scytheteen
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This is a poem i wrote about a year ago, I hope you guys like it
The cold icy bed
Laying in a pool of water
The mistress struggles for survival;
Struggles to keep her children alive
A cold-blooded predator in the night,
Stalking and readying for attack
A swift motion of the beast
And her blanket tears in two.
The mistress sinks lower into her bed.
Feeling no guilt, no shame.
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Beautiful Ice
The cold icy bed
Laying in a pool of water
The mistress struggles for survival;
Struggles to keep her children alive
A cold-blooded predator in the night,
Stalking and readying for attack
A swift motion of the beast
And her blanket tears in two.
The mistress sinks lower into her bed.
Feeling no guilt, no shame.
***
Comments? Thoughts? Criticism?
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