Existence…

Blood poured out…

She drank from the cup,
As if it was wine,

Savoring every taste,
As it trickled from,
The crevices of her lips…

She engulfed his blood,
As if it was breath…

She in-took his essence,
Consuming every pulse,
With ecstasy…

She had taken,
His soul,
But in-turn,
Gave him vitality…

~ by jbritt

existence




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