Worms multiply,
A fungus grows.
Saccharine lips that
I loved once.
Now pucker: swollen, agape -
Decomposed.
Rough hands,
pallid and white,
Once grappled at my flesh.
Red-rosed marks to leave behind,
Branded like a devil's crest.
Do I regret what I've done?
This time it was me who forced something on him.
I clutched the blade
For it was...
The door to freedom -
The key to perdition.
He won't hurt me any more.
I made sure of it...
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
