coming apart at the themez
.
so
yesss
i wrapped thoze
thick locks
'round mine duke
and
pulled her
'cross the wood planked
floor
mine every he
lifted
the dead weight
up
and
az her eyne met mine
i felt her wonder
'fore her
last
breathe
"does he love me"
mine loose duke's digits
closed her
once looks
ominously
mine exhausted inhale
consumed
her last
hale
*thankfully, they cut that part
out ')
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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