From the pit of
despair
my siren calls;
she's a demon in a red
dress.
Batting her seductive
eyes
about my head and
shoulders.
Still I come
tempted by her broken
curves, her open
wound.
Red lips whisper
pulling
me into her oily veil.
None of this I see as
I enter her willingly
squealing and offering
my
flesh at her feet;
smiling as she renders
my teeth.
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