Pigs

Once…I stabbed a pig.

They say, stabbing a pig is the closest you can get to stabbing a human.

Of course, it’s not everyday you find a dead pig,

So, I went for a wonder in a field one evening.

 

That’s when I got my first taste of blood…literally. 

I stabbed that pig, so hard blood spurted into my mouth.

 

It was squelchy and harder to cut into than I thought,

But I did it. 

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Pigs

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s