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In: her lover, shadows

you sense me before i strike, fangs out, ready to sink into your peach-flavored skin, your silky ribbon blood, the thickening pulse of your heart, your loins, your desire to know life and death and what lies beyond it all. you grasp behind you, desperate for purchase, to yell out, to demand help, saving; but also to demand more, deeper, wanting me to learn all of your essence, your childhood dreams and disappointments, the way the church held sway over your mind and soul, how the devil on your shoulder laughed in your ear, promising treats and rewards. oh that you turned your back onRead More →

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In: her lover, pain, shadows

oh darling, my sweet, sweet darling. i long to keep you. forever. your limbs will enrich my soil, and will grow deep and wide, roots spread. your arms will provide shade and shadows, with inky green sprouts bursting from your branches, thick and lush. oh, Spring will be so succulent when your breasts and sex burst into flowers, tumbling down, a cascade of red and pink and lavender. i can see it already. can you feel my excitement? the tremble in my voice? how the shovel shakes in my hand? your knees and elbows will form into gnarly knots, twisted and thick, darkly-brown and noble-looking.Read More →

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this is agony, my love. your eyes profess clarity, but your hands betray you. you shake, the knife bounces. tick marks bubble red on my skin. moments of relief mixed with moments of pain. but which causes the pain and which causes the relief? the blade opens. it reveals. it scars. it holds promise. that’s what i want. what i need. the promise of a tomorrow. the promise that this is the end. it’s all so fucked up, isn’t it, my love, that i am unable to direct you properly. your hands shake because you love me so much. it hurts you to hurt me.Read More →