Blood Bath Poem by Abby Rose
Blood Bath
The laugh at death
While i sit and fret
So why does it make me sick
Just to take a peek
At the blood bath around me
At the myths that form.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
in class on day we were talking about the man who got his face ate off and every one laughed but i didnt because i was upset you could laugh about that
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