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Our fate was sealed when I found you
in the garden. A body in one hand,
blade in the other,
blood in your mouth, on your nightgown,
soaked into the dirt below,
coating your bare feet.
I should’ve been terrified.
I should’ve feared for my life.
Yet when the cold air eased its grip on me,
I finally said,
“I can help you with that.”
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Our fate was sealed when you found me
feasting in the garden.
Your stare colder than night,
body frozen stiff, like a corpse.
I’ve dreamed about this moment
as you’ve slept by my side.
The delectable sound of your screams,
the taste of your blood, your final breath...
So why can’t I move?
What’s keeping me from sinking into you?
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