Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
where shadows creep beneath the waning moon
their bones are strewn among the stalks of grass
like shards of glass their skulls from bodies hewn
the butcher's tune their requiem and mass
their suctioned brains are gorged upon by flies
their sightless eyes bore holes inside my mind
their furs enshrined upon a lady's thighs
the perfect size to cover her behind
she ships their organs off to earn a buck
she fills her truck with victims she can eat
she likes them sweet like honey-roasted duck
she loves to pluck them for a midnight treat
these puppies are a metaphor you see,
for Kamala's abortion policy
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| Writing Prompt |
*This contest brought to you by The Little Workshop of Horrors club*
There are many types of sonnets with many rules and rhyme schemes. You are allowed to construct any type of sonnet you wish, as long as its format is listed somewhere within the post for voters to see.
Contest Parameters:
---Must be dark-themed.
---No puppies or unicorns (or their gentle, fluffy ilk) unless they are possessed, evil, rabid, undead, in advanced stages of decay, used as food, or the victims of violence.
---All sonnets require iambic pentameter; do the best you can. |
Author Notes
Kamala Harris is in the pocket of the abortion industry, profiting off harvested fetal organs, which is far more terrifying than eating puppies.
Format: wreathed Shakespearean sonnet. Image by author using Dezgo, an uncensored AI image engine.
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