My dreams ripped apart
by the stench of her
fetid breath, her clawed hands
penetrating my chest cavity, massaging my naked,
trembling heart, her shriveled teats
flopping as she rides me, her icy flesh
impaled upon me, her toothless mouth cackling as it
seeks the heat of my
living tongue, maggots squirming within the irises
of her yellow eyes, but you know,
what the heck, it's
better than nothing.
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