Allie/Dances With Tricksters
The time I called you a monster, you said I spang from the heart of Lucifer, your own black heart, and you wrapped your claws around me like a snake and squeezed. You held my neck in vise hands and I expected a snap, instead I got a biting kiss, and fuck me but I thought that was love – the threat of pain but pleasure, I was so used to pain, I begged for scraps from a decaying god.
I’ve lain in the arms of corpses. I’ve kissed ribs and licked phalanges and black rot from you rings my inner corners. You’re writhing in worms and all I can ask is why, why did you pick me, there are billions of girls, so many prettier and wittier prey to stalk. Why are your siren eyes my first memory, the first words I remember ever spoken to me “I love…
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