He stuffs you in a burlap sack.
Your prompt is BURLAP
Scrapes the tender skin
It wants out, what’s tied within
It’s been a bad boy
And slings you over his furry back.
He stuffs you in a burlap sack.
Your prompt is BURLAP
Scrapes the tender skin
It wants out, what’s tied within
It’s been a bad boy
And slings you over his furry back.
No posts
(Burrr… lap)
Icy grey dawn jog
Spandex and cotton too thin
Brrr! Another lap!
Burlap, flannel, straw–
Moon-draped scarecrows crucified,
Blood-stained maws sewn shut.