Cannibal
Vampiric
The sunlight is poison. Day is a terrible host. The air is toxic and hostile. Night has come to take me home.
Time is a made up construct. Humanity is obsessed with us. Our facelift outshines our origins. Our souls left us behind.
Carnage in our saliva. Fangs are savage. I live to pierce your fragile skin. A slaughter of the blood.
A cut slices through. I am the rusty blade. Forbidden game, you gave your life for it. No one will avenge you tonight.
You are dead in the water. You are trapped in the quicksand. You are caught in the pyroclastic flow. You are buried alive in your makeshift coffin.
It’s dim in my casket. I crave sustenance. I need you to be my victim. My hangover needs a cure
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Anna Torres
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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