May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 Tears for Her
Amaranthine Fetish
"Let go," she said How could I I so wanted too Yet the tears wouldn't come I revealed Oh gods did I reveal My deepest humiliation My king of pains Yet the tears wouldn't come I revealed more My revenge My death Suddenly As I lay silent She slept Her body twitching Mewling I know this She dreams of it The bloodied hands The gathered I know But still the words came "What did those bastards do"? Then Then I cried © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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