boiled alive

Boiled Alive

October 11, 2016 // 16 Comments

  I know they’re hungry, but I’m poison to the soul. I’ll irritate any bowel and corrupt all vitality. They lick their lips. Impatience will never boil water. They light the fire. I sit and bask—my arms rest upon the warm black pot. They whisper to each other as bubbles pop [Click Here & Be Scared!]