Dripping Garters: A Drusilla poem by CrimsonFuchsia

Author's Note: This is utterly random and without purpose and goes nowhere. It's just a nice short little poem about Dru. I recently heard my grandmother use the expression "She'll have your guts for garters" and it just hit me what an awesome image it conjures, so inspiration gave me a bit of a knock and I started to pen this. The saying reminds me of Dru a lot so why not write a poem about her?

She'll have your guts for garters

Dripping and bleeding.

She'll lace them around her thigh

Raw and festering.

She'll smile as she slides you on

Full of the stench of ruined flesh.

She'll squirm at the softness of your touch

Lukewarm blood replacing cool silk.

She'll let you crawl around her leg

Torn and tasted.

She'll parade you on pale flesh

Her own pallid child.

She'll wear your flesh till it's worn

From succulent to dry.

She'll have you cover her in tears

A tide of scarlet.

She'll sing as you rest in peace

Nestled beside her skin.

She'll wear you as warm dripping underclothing

Breaking you in and wearing you out.

She'll let you see all the hidden places

Scented like the heady night.

She'll let you run down her ivory leg

Innards dripping blood.

She'll cast you down her leg forever

When her dripping garters drop for Daddy.