Terrifyer
The temptation of unholy pleasures,
Measured acts of malicious attraction.
She whispers vows of violent destruction,
The scent of venom drenches the flesh. Her
Voice is solemnly sanguine and savored
Her voice is moist with haunting whispers
Unending reminders I utter in whimpers
Permeating through my daydreams
I feel fixed into the stone and filth
Salaciously she devours the hearts
Of soured boys—their insipid, wilted parts.
I’m a student of obsession, under her expertise.
She smiled at me as she turned to leave,
“Do you now see how terrifying I can be?”
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