Sick Fantasies.
by: Angelus Noir ( 5/21/05 )
beta reader: Naomi


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the sun was bleeding (red) -
the sky dotted with alabaster
fire flies. the sickening odor of
smoke kinked into my robes. "Beautiful,
it hurts up here," - clutched to the metal spike
she bleeds (we weep), and the wings spread wide
and caress our broken flesh. blood sealed into a loving
kiss.

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"These are just sick fantasies."