i swallow the sick from you
when we touch this way
and breath in a little more
of you
when i can taste your fear.
i am the hate between
your ribs
where your heart
scratches screams
from the faces you've seen
in the darkness where
i dwell
beneath the
melting places in
Hell.
and when you're
sweating the last drop
of terror,
know that i am near,
i am close to an embrace
with the tender place
next to your soul.
and if we could hold
one another
this way forever,
i would never loosen my grip
upon claw pierced skin
under the folds which
keep you whole.
so says the demon
you've always known.
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