he will taste like the dirt of a grave,
with cold fingers stained purple,
and he will break every bone in his ribcage,
so she can crawl inside and bite his dead heart
with razor teeth and a delicate tongue.
her mouth will bleed rubies into his skin,
tasting of lilacs and pomegranates,
and she will crawl on his lap with ichor on her lips,
❝ I would swim the
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