Night Of The Loving Dead

♥ “It’s over” she croaked, choking back sallow tears, To her lover, aquiver with dread, “Your perversions have worsened, affirming my fears, I’ll enable you no further, Ned.” ♥ Brushing her cheek with his clammy, grey hands, Gently stroking her dull, thinning hair, Which promptly fell out into wet, moldered strands, As his eyes met her cold, lifeless stare. ♥ “Since last […]

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♥ As she put on his makeup and straightened his tie, She felt breathy, and slightly light headed, With a twinkle of mischief agleam in her eye, Through his fingers, her own she then threaded. ♥ Gently caressing his cold blueish skin, Of formaldehyde, there were still traces. She was tickled to find rigor mortis set […]

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