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June 16, 2025
More in Loom Zombie Housewife
Conjuring in your kitchen death simmers on your wrists. Hysteric eyes singe the fragrant limb laid raw to drain, sparking your frozen tips along its naked skin.
(you are a witch, rising at dawn dreamless.) Clawing corners up the sterile thread spun white where night's invasive web is eaten- mouth sucking scent from walls.
(imposter)
I hunt her down, luring her with new rituals for self-annihilation. Little bitch, you must die to live.
I cut off her head, dressing her body in olive oil and herbs. Lovingly, I lay her in the fury of the oven.

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