beast, you are.
What will become of me?
You devour my chest, a beat slithers down your throat.
***** black-painted nails grabbed at your fur,
smooth as the silk of a widow’s nightgown,
yet now they rest among an internal *****
The moon smirks.
She’s proud.
Her disciple is showing his scripture through
action.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
beast, you are.
What will become of me?
You devour my chest, a beat slithers down your throat.
***** black-painted nails grabbed at your fur,
smooth as the silk of a widow’s nightgown,
yet now they rest among an internal *****
The moon smirks.
She’s proud.
Her disciple is showing his scripture through
action.
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