I stand under the ceraceous film of a pensive moon
Black eyes indignant, lips peeled back to snare, hands
Resetting the pulse of an anemic mistress. In shadows
Stalled by the advance of daylight, I shape nightmares
Of sonance and silhouette, displacing puritanical ideals
With a bestial hunger for degrading sex
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I thought of the woman as the victim of a vampire or incubus type creature. I wrote in the villain’s perspective which makes this a rather strange piece of writing haha
Submission for
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