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 Jun 2014
qynce b
She makes us breakfast.
Cooking in the pan, a heap
of fresh cockroaches.
 May 2014
qynce b
I can't recall last
night; only my love, her grin.
Her teeth as they tore.
 May 2014
qynce b
I felt her cold hand
Lay upon my shoulder and
Then I felt five more
 May 2014
qynce b
I love her paintings.
I lie on the floor bleeding,
smiling as she paints.
 May 2014
qynce b
"That's my skin," I say.
"That is very much my skin."
She just keeps clawing.
 May 2014
qynce b
She told me today
she could smell my blood. I blushed
and her nose wrinkled.
 May 2014
qynce b
My girl likes to sleep
Suspended in mid-air and
Vibrating loudly
 May 2014
qynce b
Her eyes rolled to the
Back of her head and she sent
Forth a swarm of bees

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