Go with the Flow
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Content warning: sex, blood, violence, disturbing imagery
Remember the words you said,
When I swore it was not on the table?
You put out a pout so sad,
So I hopped onto the table.
We waited for the time
That smelled rustic.
There would be no surprises,
Even though we unwrapped the plastic.
White knife in, red key out;
A Siberian crane fished in the bog;
A blade waxed under the waning moon;
A new weapon complemented an old wound.
To stab, or stitch?
To lock, or unlock?
Not much of a crime scene,
Just seemingly obscene.
Rowing a boat heavily up the stream -
Merrily, merrily, life was but a dream.
Weren’t we both relieved
That we could both release
In the way the apocalyptic flood
Drowned your wicked white blood?
None of us shall flee.
I wonder why vampires never feast
On scheduled holiday treats -
Gingerbread of dollhouse residue,
Dipped in running chocolate fondue.
Edited by Opus 5.5