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Necropedophile
Take me from the morgue
My dead nymph body
Even more beautiful now that I’m rotting
Carry my corpse
That has been weighed my butchered organs
My expressionless face stays
As you peel off my clothes
One by one
Penetrate my rotting insides
As sweat gathers on your forehead
Do the smell of my decaying body
Please you?
Do whatever you want with me
Since I’m the only one who will forever stay
You keep my corpse
On your cold basement floor
I listen as you decent the stairs
When you want me
As I lay
The rot seeps out of my pores
And the smell of my putrid being
Fills the stale air
Is it
Getting too much for you to bear?
I never ask for much
Except that
you do anything you want to me
But what choice do I have anyways
But to let you?
My dead nymph body
Even more beautiful now that I’m rotting
Carry my corpse
That has been weighed my butchered organs
My expressionless face stays
As you peel off my clothes
One by one
Penetrate my rotting insides
As sweat gathers on your forehead
Do the smell of my decaying body
Please you?
Do whatever you want with me
Since I’m the only one who will forever stay
You keep my corpse
On your cold basement floor
I listen as you decent the stairs
When you want me
As I lay
The rot seeps out of my pores
And the smell of my putrid being
Fills the stale air
Is it
Getting too much for you to bear?
I never ask for much
Except that
you do anything you want to me
But what choice do I have anyways
But to let you?
Published 5th Aug 2024
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7th Aug 2024 6:00pm
A necrophilia fantasy realised with the decaying body of a young girl, told from the view point of the victim, submissive and accepting of a collection of criminal acts to satisfy a craving the Devil himself would find disturbing.
The future of horror fiction is safe in thy blood encrusted hands, guided by a twisted imagination that dares to venture where even the most experienced of horror authors would not dare approach.
I am humbled. Xxx
The future of horror fiction is safe in thy blood encrusted hands, guided by a twisted imagination that dares to venture where even the most experienced of horror authors would not dare approach.
I am humbled. Xxx
7th Aug 2024 10:55pm
oh my gosh thank you for your kind words, im happy you understand my writing and what im trying to convey, as always i wait for your thoughts on my pieces, i try to write about things others try to avoid, to disect the discust of this world we live in, and to speak out my deluded fantasies, thanks for reading my piece.
