"The pleasures of Heaven are with me & the pains of Hell are with me. The first i graft & increase upon myself, the latter i translate into a new tongue." ~ Walt Whitman

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Let Her protect you

Let me protect you, She croaks.

I feel Her nails dig into my head and i let the warmth ooze from my flesh and drip down onto my lids, burning... and the iron stench of it numbs my core.

She coils herself around me, giggling in glee. I feel the muck pulling me in, slithering onto my skin and crawling in through my every orifice. Give in, i tell myself. She will protect you.

And now that I think about it... hasn't She always?

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