she was sharp and naked,
her mass exhibits a mighty
torrent of blood, frozen blood.
shes a echo with stony veins,
and her blood turned to tears.
shes neather day or night, just
a face full of poison and fear.
when she sat next to you it
felt like, dark, with out light.
david gerardino
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tiny-bit-of-anger-2/
