Down to the marrow of her bones, the ache was merciless, the tenderness and the agony, and his mouth, his goddamn mouth begging to steal what panted breath still lay forgotten and buried deep in her lungs. She died over and over, her soul now his, splayed open exquisitely upon his sword, the night alive with her trembling screams.
Sunday, November 12, 2023
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