A shark faced bride
chewing the flesh off my face
her hands clenched around my spine
playing with it like a toy she could break at any moment.
crushing my body into splinters so she can feed me to her urchins
Her eyes glow red as the blood stains her fingers and she shivers
eyes closed and gasps as if I could bring her pleasure by dying
she can tear my body apart with her fingertips and wants to do so
licking the torn flesh from them like the rarest meats
What did she do to me to make me so sweet to her
Can she still taste the love in my veins for my precious beautiful whore?
or is it the relish of brackish sorrow of her memory in me
Nostalgic tears mixed with bloody passion. A passion that would have made me kill for her without question. Kill to save a beautiful whore. My blood is her whore's price. I wanted to be her lover, the only thing that adorns her fingers is my red blood. I wanted to save her from a life of whoredom and she's picking pieces of me from between her teeth.
