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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005

Marbleize

Amaranthine Fetish

I crawl into my mind at night
A casualty of my own hand
Then I see you
Pale wraith
Clad in your choker
And a sense of mischief
Eyes blackened
Lips charred
Eyes aflame
I take you
Leading you to the slab
This dead mans bed
Your pale flesh
Blends with the cover
As do the bindings
You simply smile as I tie
That wan flesh teasing me
And I
Well
I harden

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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