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She
Jan 16, 2005 2:23:52 GMT -5
Post by Vagabond on Jan 16, 2005 2:23:52 GMT -5
This one is VERY VERY dark, to say the very least. I wrote this when I was going through a really difficult time in dealing with family and those wonderful creatures known as "fairweather" friends.
She
There in the darkness, ebon wings folded... green-gold eyes closed. Barely a breath, breasts rise and fall, oil slick skin, talons gleaming. She waits.
There in the shadows perception of whispers. Cascading growls rising, filtered emotions in deep red and green course into veins. Taut, poised, She readies.
Here in the mystery your words cut and wound. Feeding my anger making strong, making deadly. Venomous dripping barbed edged words fly forth. She unleashes.
Here in this moment realization of error. Razors to ribbons mind, soul, and flesh. Pride turns to fear. Satiated hunger, your final moment She devours.
Here in my eyes She and I the same. Demoness embraced, mirrored and unbound. My anger her lust, entwined, eternal. She becomes me. We rage.
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