magnetized
eyes
calling out to me,
sweet and soft
with the edge of a blade.
you entrusted me with it,
your immortality,
and I slayed it with
my Renaissance tongue.
blood pours
over pale skin,
down the column of the throat,
and into yours.
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Author:
β¦ π₯ππΆπ©π’π¦π€π₯ β¦ (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 8th, 2025 17:01
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 1
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