December Poem 2

A white daughter, frightened.

Frightened by a seizure.

She killed.


Car accidents.

Acid grown.

Center of bowel bubbling.

Steaming froth rose from her head.


Adult woman,

Whom these things devil away her breath.

Her devil, phantom scented.

A grown woman mustered

On her pitchfork. A heart.

The tool of her finest of false façade.

The woman’s bloody fangs.

The devourer of souls.

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