Never.. have I known ..nor seen
A blackened sun arise
Prior I..encased in living
Not a thought..
An ugly dream
But
Who'd imagine?
Bit....
Bitten by...she.. so enticing
Silken dress of ebony
Nails.. coloured as alike
Eye's that matched
And... lips..blood red
Hiding..
Brilliant..whitened teeth
Who'd know?
Sharpened tips escaped my eyes
I'm lost to her already
Such an aura...swallows one
Enveloping...preceding...
The small bleeding yet to come
What's that?..my love?
I felt a prick
I'm sure you're not transexual
But then again..in this new life
The point is...inconsequential
A blackened sun arise
Prior I..encased in living
Not a thought..
An ugly dream
But
Who'd imagine?
Bit....
Bitten by...she.. so enticing
Silken dress of ebony
Nails.. coloured as alike
Eye's that matched
And... lips..blood red
Hiding..
Brilliant..whitened teeth
Who'd know?
Sharpened tips escaped my eyes
I'm lost to her already
Such an aura...swallows one
Enveloping...preceding...
The small bleeding yet to come
What's that?..my love?
I felt a prick
I'm sure you're not transexual
But then again..in this new life
The point is...inconsequential
© 13 days ago
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 10th, 2026 13:33
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Comments1
Frightening. How does one know who one is with or what they are. A bit humorous but a pointed question remains none the less. Well done
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