Bleeding From The Orifices

Old blood. Clotted ooze.

Salty sour.

Pickle bitter.

Crinkle nose. Nervous titter.

Flesh tender.

Sore. Not lanced. But surely forming.

Bloom.

Evidence. The colour flame.

An eventuality not a game.

Inescapable irritated irritation.

What the hell is on Netflix?

-Neru

I’m wondering why vampires invite dreams outside myself. Of something else. I suppose it’s the element of Necromancy.
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