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Hungry by Robin B. Lipinski

PostPosted: May 05, 2014, 01:32:25 PM
by EddieSullivan
That is gruesome. Good Job Robin!

Re: Hungry by Robin B. Lipinski

PostPosted: May 06, 2014, 02:55:56 AM
by Lipinski
Thanks Eddie, inspired by some friends who are correction officers and tell me stories that most would not believe...

(another inspiration as taken from one such guard and a true story taking place in a prison in Washington state.)

Caution: This is a true story reflecting a situation not for the faint of heart, do not continue reading if you are easily offended by what takes place in a world of reality

Vampire Of the Cells

Menses of the many in tune with the music of the Moon
Together the blood flows
In time the group howls for satisfaction to fill a need
in prison, entombed behind steel doors, the lust is strengthened
She tried, she failed.

Vomiting blood without cause, or so it seemed, the doctors were perplexed
Scoping throat and bowel for cause, to no avail
Still, this moment she left a blood trail to match the blood in her eyes.

Tales of Vampires go back to a time of camp fires, villages, and dark skies
She, she a piece of tail bled from the mouth and was caught on camera
The guards gasped while she screamed.

Taken from the box of cast-off pads she sucked as many as ten, feasting on the blood
Shocked guards arrived in time to be attacked by thrown disgust
Her hair black and twisted
From her mouth a stream of spit blood
From her hand thrown trash with a tail.

This, this is witnessed and true
This witch from Hell in jail
In the morning she smiled, the guards were gone,
as was the video.

Re: Hungry by Robin B. Lipinski

PostPosted: May 14, 2014, 12:11:16 PM
by Lester Curtis
Grisly stuff, Robin. You're quite good at getting to the dark side.

Re: Hungry by Robin B. Lipinski

PostPosted: May 16, 2014, 10:20:14 PM
by Lipinski
Thank you Lester, connecting to the dark side is much easier than listening to God.
(Now I have to pay for posting with another)

Charred remains catching the whisper of wind
Speaking to me, this bending branch barren of leaf
Scratching claw digging deep beneath the shadow
Hunger, gnawing worms to twist the bowel,
ever more, ever,
oh god, make it stop!

War of fools; folly of pride I took the lead
Fallen now limbless, voiceless, ever near this death
only sense of mind and nerve to feel
vaporized material of cloth and steel
skin and bone,
the Wolf of death feeds.