Tag: Macabre
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Cold Blooded Love
Ripples tremor, encasing flesh Under silver slide, razors curve I quake on scalpel’s edge Pierced so slowly, an adore Up cheek, down. I feel your breath Tightly bound, cradled doll In arms, in lap, so close Cold you stare, delighted Excited, grinned in awe Beating hard, hearts My ears feel all I cannot breathe, clutching…
A.C. Melody 