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    Pwnd a poem by Elizabeth Beesley

    Pwnd – elizabeth beesley

    It's the smell
    that strikes at once
    the claws that curl
    anticipation of flight
    stealth amongst the under brush
    sinking deep
    after the fall
    the stench of blood
    lick your lips
    the huntress
    crimson drips to lap
    teeth bared to rip
    conquered.

    mbeckerApr 17, 2008 12:19 PM

    I like the poem, but explain the title

    ebeesleyApr 17, 2008 12:26 PM

    pwnd. As in, you just got pwnd. it's an expression commonly used by teenage boys. ex: The zebra got "pwnd" by the lion.