Lust of Blood. (blood-orgasm)

Based on something my sister told me the other day that left me a bit on the disturbed side (a woman cuddled a kitten then squished/stomped on it -cries-).
But I kinda twisted it a bit.

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being crushed red under heels,
the little kitten squealed
and squealed
skull being fractured
limbs being pulled off
and my eyes
my eyes
shuddered
as her sadism
hit high

pink, roseate, cotton-candy
apple-red, wicked-witch apple-red
weaved under
heels (her hells)

candy-floss,
gruesome candy floss staining the sole of her heartless foot
anger
angry i am

i take her face,
her ecstatic skin-painting,
salvador dalí-esque,
in its disturbing, nonsensical, scenery

and i smash it into my fist
her hair falls
limbs and joints clank together
skin-painting no more
no pretty blushing features

i am ecstatic
the only sad thing,
apart from the dead kitten,
is that
she didn't utter a noise

but

i am
ecstatic

Thank you, love <3 I'm not very good with poetry, tbh.
The thing just hit me hard, you know? I hate listening to things about babies, any kind of babies, being tormented or murdered. I just thought I'd pretty it up a bit. And it's really scary when you try to make something grotesque pretty.
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Again, thank you for the comment, love <3