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Melissa May 2016
Honey, I am vicious, I have teeth-sharp& and I foam at the mouth
sometimes my fingers shake too much when they lace with yours
(please, I hope you don't feel my claws grazing your palm)
and I spit fire into your mouth in a moment of osculation

you want me soft & pink with heaving *****,
but I am hard with serrated edges you'll disembowel yourself on
maybe I'll make a home in your guts, and burrow so deep
that I'll never be found, never ostracized again

& I will be sweet, sickly so like rotting fruit left out for weeks
but you will never smell the putrefaction
because honey masks vinegar, & I've caught so many flies
that I am a swarm of my own, engulfing you and every other man

and in the night, I will be at your doorstep, howling & panting;
a sirens call, feverishly waking you from your sleep
you will answer & let me warm your bed, coiling-a Lilith in heat
teeth will befriend flesh in the friendship of the century
&I; will let you take me fast&whining;, everything you desire,
girlish gasps meeting every bone bruising ******

you will never notice, as my flesh begins to split,
and I will still feel warm to the touch
      but it's only from your blood
Inspired by all the beautiful soul-*******, Prada wearing, hoof-footed women out there who keep on fooling dimwitted men. Keep on doing your thing, you wicked, wicked girls.

(Also semi-inspired by Lily the succubus from the segment Amateur Night in the film V/H/S.)
Melissa Apr 2016
So
many
          people
                     are dying right now.


And you want me to make you ******* dinner.

I'll throw tacks in your casserole tonight, so you choke and become one of the dying.

I hope your casket is to your liking at least.
Suburbia is a dark place. Especially if all you ever do is tell your wife to make dinner for you. Don't ever question a housewife's abilities.

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