Roan Writes Poetry... for Saturday, November 15, 2003

RAPE Aggressive sharp form. Winged menace. Hornets. Yellow jackets. Wasps. Surely such a weapon should not have been entrusted To such a tiny mind; To such a hateful little mind. The black searing wings attack Flashing at my throat with A deep primal vibration. Stinger! My neck! Stinger! My back!... Sign in to see full entry.