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slithers up the stairs black as night his mutant skin drips upward one more stair she can hear him slink one foot in front of the other she retreats her hallowed head the stalker climbs higher higher than his arrogance could ever take him and higher than the noose he has hung for the depredation of her screams forewarning in her head this is the man which shares her bed lunges forth and bolts the latches head heart body spirit bites the tattered tenderness feels it bleed between his teeth swallows her last atonement so that there is nothing left to offer envy rips through shivering splinters of a man with nothing left to cover she stalks across the bedroom where she can see a hopeful face where peaceful air once drifted high will return again that way a pis aller leap from where she never stood again this man will not be the death of her
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
in quiet desperation
slithers up the stairs black as night his mutant skin drips upward one more stair she can hear him slink one foot in front of the other she retreats her hallowed head the stalker climbs higher higher than his arrogance could ever take him and higher than the noose he has hung for the depredation of her screams forewarning in her head this is the man which shares her bed lunges forth and bolts the latches head heart body spirit bites the tattered tenderness feels it bleed between his teeth swallows her last atonement so that there is nothing left to offer envy rips through shivering splinters of a man with nothing left to cover she stalks across the bedroom where she can see a hopeful face where peaceful air once drifted high will return again that way a pis aller leap from where she never stood again this man will not be the death of her
for all the housewives afraid of their husbands
eleanor-perry
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
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