A lantern lights my path
A whisper of the sun
Not close to the wrath
That glows the earth green
But my real, deep fear
isn't of the dark that swallows
But of the lips and tears
that hide in the water
"Come into the lake"
The tickle in my ear
Whisper, ready to take
"There's so much to do"
His skin was wet and cold
Like a rock in the river bay
I didn't care what he told
But his voice, a cosy hot spring
"I fear the night's water"
I lie in my teeth
His cackle, almost laughter
"Then let me hold your hand"
Led me away from the trail
Moonlight glows around us
The forest of deer and snails
No longer in the law
His slipper finger slid into mine
I would let go, but I couldn't
He led me to the water
He smiles, too white for a human
"Oh, dear Arthur. Your hands quiver"
His soft, wet lips met my hand
"It's okay, Lover. We're at the river"
I started to trust. Trust like a salmon
My feet got cold, in both ways
My stomach, like the river's rocks
My feet in the cold water added haze
But the beauty before me smiled
"Arthur, I feel you're tight
Fear not. I'm not vile"
With those eyes? He's right
Us into a riverbed
His teeth on my neck
The sounds from my lips
Hips rocking like a ship's deck
And blood, like liquid rose petals
I wanted more, I needed less
But my body began to fall
God, I was a mess
Just blood in the river
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
A lantern lights my path
A whisper of the sun
Not close to the wrath
That glows the earth green
But my real, deep fear
isn't of the dark that swallows
But of the lips and tears
that hide in the water
"Come into the lake"
The tickle in my ear
Whisper, ready to take
"There's so much to do"
His skin was wet and cold
Like a rock in the river bay
I didn't care what he told
But his voice, a cosy hot spring
"I fear the night's water"
I lie in my teeth
His cackle, almost laughter
"Then let me hold your hand"
Led me away from the trail
Moonlight glows around us
The forest of deer and snails
No longer in the law
His slipper finger slid into mine
I would let go, but I couldn't
He led me to the water
He smiles, too white for a human
"Oh, dear Arthur. Your hands quiver"
His soft, wet lips met my hand
"It's okay, Lover. We're at the river"
I started to trust. Trust like a salmon
My feet got cold, in both ways
My stomach, like the river's rocks
My feet in the cold water added haze
But the beauty before me smiled
"Arthur, I feel you're tight
Fear not. I'm not vile"
With those eyes? He's right
Us into a riverbed
His teeth on my neck
The sounds from my lips
Hips rocking like a ship's deck
And blood, like liquid rose petals
I wanted more, I needed less
But my body began to fall
God, I was a mess
Just blood in the river
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