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Myde
I load the trap
And watch you, curious.
You sidle closer, almost inside,
My hunger is growing painful.
I hear a skyborne cry,
And wince as a wyvern
Snatches you with its dripping claws.
The snow stains red as she takes you,
Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
In order to survive we kill and maime,
The kiss of death is sensual as silk,
Slicing through your stomach.
And watch you, curious.
You sidle closer, almost inside,
My hunger is growing painful.
I hear a skyborne cry,
And wince as a wyvern
Snatches you with its dripping claws.
The snow stains red as she takes you,
Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
In order to survive we kill and maime,
The kiss of death is sensual as silk,
Slicing through your stomach.
Published 26th Nov 2023
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26th Nov 2023 1:09am
26th Nov 2023 5:05am
6th Dec 2023 6:28am
Like poetic justice for those of whom have tempted your desires with shallow nothings. Perhaps you're tired of searching for shallow nothings, as they seem to die in the cold reality of fleeting death. You seem to be out for the kill in this, at least just in my interpretation. It's like you have vengeance, as well as despair, and regret, in searching for the right guy, knowing they're mostly all the same. The primordial hunger for lust has left you drained and empty, and you're searching for the kill. You're fulfilled in their extinction, at least how I interpret, heh. Anyway, great expression as always, in capturing and depicting romanticism in modern society. Thanks for sharing!
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9th Aug 2024 2:36pm
The snow stains red as she takes you,
Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
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Kind of beautiful, the natural law.
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