forgive me, my love. i’ve been gone for far too long. contrary to what you may believe, it was your soft skin, warm eyes, and open arms that cast me away. oh, you did not know this. you did not know that your loyal love forced my hibernation. you see, it was your blood. your […]
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
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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
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my wicked darling, remove that devilish smile it does you no good to ask too many questions i cannot be held responsible when the answer destroys your soul resist the call of the red, the blood, those blissful moments when truth blends with fantasy whose to say which of us is real? me, or you?
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blurring, your words and my thoughts. i want you more than ever. no, i need you more than yesterday but will i feel the same tomorrow? what happens when the words are red and the pages go red? the words blend. fade. the meaning twists and bends and turns into something else. something horrible? something
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In the mansion, and behind a hidden door she knew not to open, and on a thickly wallpapered wall on the far side of the room just above a roaring fireplace whose heat breathed upon her like that of an ancient dragon, the young woman’s gaze was all at once consumed by a golden framed
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it starts with a story, a bottle of whiskey, a fucked-up childhood, and hunger. for food. for affection. even the wrong kind. it manifests and warps and forms into ever-growing shadows – the following kind – that remind you, at a moment’s notice, that you’re not safe. not really. have you ever been safe, you
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