Ill, embarked upon escape from her assailants, captured and tortured; but unmistakenly free, to use what will she may have at her disposal; magic; the dark and hidden powers of the night, She takes the blood, and pours it down the throats of those who took her; never questioning her faith, I stay the night; and we; twain make love Within the sight of those who harmed us; Turning out the lights when we have finished our fill, and desire is struck young in our bellies, Poison crawls beneath the skin; and factors in our disillusioned minds, complete with sores upon our palms and on our breasts; We have conquered our fears, for our survival; but at what cost?
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 23:49:50 +0000
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