Challenge
Something Ugly
Show me something raw and honest. Gut wrenching and sick. Heavy and drenched in emotion. The poem that packs the most punch wins.
Canis Nervosa
Crimson aromas
wake
tongue’s taste
for blood.
tooth-white enamel,
tinged;
foul, ferrous breath.
Caked on the chin,
frothing,
oozing with glut,
for dining
on marrow;
foraging
fresh flesh.
Wounds inflict wounds;
age ferments
the red seas.
Unstitching
healed scars for
bloodletting by leech —
craving affliction;
bleeding for
the bleed
of canis nervosa:
pain
eating
at
me.
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