Part Three - Torment
“Some say Breanne’s cunt is filled with fire. Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those that favor fire. But if you have to suffer twice, I think I know enough of pain to say that ice is nice, and will suffice.”
I recognize the poem. Or at least, the bastardization of it. It is Robert Frost’s “Fire & Ice.” Worse, I recognize the voice and chill
Published on December 25, 2019 05:00