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Never Alone

She calls to me
Her voice feral and frenzied
Begging to quench her thirst
“Just a drop, upon my lips”
She commands my body
I give to her every demand
Baring myself to her
She traces my arm with her razor tongue
Blood drips upon the floor
And as quick as she came
she is gone

He screams at me
Slashing open my insecurities
His voice filled with savagery
Demanding control
He overpowers my soul
Carving into my arm
Blood spills onto the floor
And away he goes

She whispers to me
Relinquishing a yearning
I ever knew I had
She is wickedly inviting
But her words laced with jealousy
I am captivated still
The smell of wildfire fills my mind
His scorched body lay on the floor
She is nowhere to be seen

They yell at me
Feral, savage and wicked
Asphyxiating on their words
I cannot hear myself anymore
Another glass of wine
Begging for peace
I find tranquility within this blade
A pool of blood on the floor

Their voices drown within a crimson death
Silence.
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