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my only, mister

I am a cannibal girl
Stalking creeping ravenous

You are a terrible boy
Hunting tempting predatory

Death has never tasted so good
As when I eat you alive

I long to die in each other’s arms
Cradled and clawing

My body is your eternal home, your grave
And I want you to be burried inside me

You feel my pulse beneath your fingers
Heart beating, thudding just for you

My soul is a phantom
A ghost only you have seen
We do not scare one another

You are my only
Mister, mine

I wait for you
Bated breath and waiting to drown hungrily
Waiting for you to take what is yours

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10 thoughts on “my only, mister”

    1. I like this idea and this is actually not the first time someone has referred to one of my poems as a spell. Including myself.
      Thank you so much for your kind words. It makes me super happy that you like this.
      I think “magickal word wytch” is one of the nicest compliments I have ever received. Thank you… 💛💛💛

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