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Every night They Come

The stench of mucosa coats the nostril

Before their flight even begins

From where I lay

their boudoir I manifest

Trudging across my face removing the last traces

of humanity

A wetness so thick my reflection stares back from within

Countless labia from each

Countless Countess

The scrying moon unveils their silhouettes

Revealing what I already fucking know

Heinous rites wrenched open

Pried libations

Raked from satyriasis

Tongue lapping blindly towards the mists of molested innocence

When I awake

I pine for my abduction

Arcane relics which I held as weapons belong to them now