Bend me by the bones.
Really dig your hands
Into the ooey-gooey bits
That make up my soul.
They rip nice and pretty,
Dangle from your teeth
In a way that looks right.
You're a natural predator
And you've torn me apart.
The moon slid between us,
Blacked out the sky.
Fed blood into lore like
Some kind of old antidote.
Am I too sick to be cured?
Tell me the sun will rise.
Let me hear the words
That curl into whispered lies.
Romance me before I go.
Bend my soul into shapes
I'll remember after the rain.
Shift the essence of me
Until my molten glass heart
Has cooled into something new.
Let me be part of you.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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