Candy-Clot Dreams

Collapse onto me, you retched thing and let me commence your silence

 

I dream of you. I slept with you, and later, I will marry you.

 

I will never leave you, retched one.

Never – you hear me?

Good, now sleep quietly as I bath you in your poison and sear curses into the flesh that betrays you and tears and bleeds you and shivers at my touch, my dear.

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