Reasons not to kiss him

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(c) Malicia Frost

Your lips tasted like violence
The last breaths of your victims
lingering on them

I pretended not to notice
Let you bed me
Afterwards, as I lay in your arms
I tried not to listen to the screams
echoing from the outside

Is it better to love evil tenderly
or fight it with loneliness
From a distance your shadow grows taller
Yet nearby it’s homely and warm

 

This was inspired by a poem I came across online.

/Malicia

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About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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