BUNNY
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 19
- 1 min read
By Kat Savage

At night,
Tendrils.
I crawl through tiny cracks of thought,
Itch your dreams, pull tight at hairs,
Stuff out your throat until you cough up straw.
I insist myself upon you,
wrap ten pythons around your chest
You will think of nothing else; I will
savour the consumption.



