My heart aches etched in blood,
When I see those eyes my world floods.
A deep crimson so dark and thick,
My lungs collapse when fate plays her trick.
A verdant flame dusted with bronze specks,
So blindingly beautiful my body wrecks.
At the sight of the forbidden fruit,
Laced with venom upon my pursuit.
My teeth sink into its fleshy skin,
Its rotten core burns like gin.
I viciously crave the juicy bitterness it possesses,
The way my heart over you obsesses.
So violent, malicious and true,
Is my forbidden love for you.
About the Creator
~wren~
“I have lived a thousand lives and I have loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distance worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read”
The Solitude of The Chupacabra
Many say that the Chupacabra is a rather recent and modern tale, a mangy coyote or rabied dog. Some point out that it’s just twisted evolution. But very few know the true backstory of the shapeshifter that led to the bloodsucking legend. And perhaps once you will come to know and understand more, you might “forget” a few cattle out to wander.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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