Category: Issue #2
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Bleeding End of Lovers
When I gain consciousness,You’re slumped on the floor.Blood pouring,Face ashen,Lip curled in a slight smile. I cannot bear to face you,Knowing I drain your soulSlowly,Everyday.You say it’s what you need. Your blood is sweet,So intoxicating,You turn me into a monster,Overcome by desire.I desire you. I try to suppress myself,Ignore the inner turmoilThat constantly stirs me.I…