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K.R. Copeland
Big BadLittle Red, I'd like to fang my way to copper-flavored fluid, chew through skin and muscle tissue, munch your tendons. I'm maniacal with hunger, you're a pig with parsley sprigs between its fore-teeth. Salivating, I slink nearer, Granny was a tasty treat, meaty, sweet and gummous, bumptious crumb in fleece. You're her spitting image, dearie, only younger, comely, creased in the corner, horror-laden your legs spread, a heady feast. |
| K.R. Copeland is a frequently published poet slash amateur entomologist. She resides in Chicago IL. with her many multi-legged friends. email: K.R.Copeland |
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