I fell for the horns protruding from
the gaps in your obsidian
bangs. Unacquainted with your
secondary set of
fangs, you bit into
flesh until there
was nothing
left - of
me.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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