Deep Poetry: Salvation

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Friday, January 28, 2011

Salvation

I'm assuming Ruby is routinely savage, Not insane. She has such wicked-looking Teeth. She said that I should come For dinner. Without thinking, I agreed, But now I wonder whether she will feed Me, or I'll be the food. The men who've Been her lovers seem to disappear, or so They say, and, once, when we were in the Woods, she bit my ear. She bit it hard, And, afterward, she looked at me, and Said she liked my taste. I try to see the Good in things, and, surely, Ruby's sunken Eyes, and sable hair,... Sign in to see full entry.

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