Dead At Last

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group



Dead At Last

Living in my head, dark rivers of the dead. Raining down tears of cyanide in my eyes. As Bedouins of ghosts rise of guilty omens. Goodbye sanity, hello crazy. In the alley of my mind as I wander knocking on the doors of Sodom and Gomorrah. With the percussion of the devil's gong. God help me! if I read the Ouija 
board wrong.
 
So real in my intellect, tied up in Prozac. My minions wallow in my ink's visceral, of zero dark thirsty of my bursting lust. In the iodine of thirsting hormones. Hanging on to the silence of my betrothed as she pales on the ottoman's hammock. With her vagina's dragon tooth, living in my head. Dark rivers of the dead.



Submitted: July 12, 2021

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VanillaEssence

This is just ramblings in my opinion.
I think that you need to find another outlet for your thoughts.
perhaps Yoga or paintball.

Tue, July 13th, 2021 4:14am

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