Bloody Black Licorice...Dark poetry
Bloody Black Licorice Screams were heard for miles, Farmer Green sighs and dials, His police chief brother, “ Happened to another,” “Damn, let it be…I’ll stop by to see,” The sun barely down, Brother wears a frown. It’s getting bolder, as it grows older. Soon black licorice stick, Won’t do the... Sign in to see full entry.