[fresh baked poésies after a puff of cigarettes: 01]
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Hey mister lover
I want to feel you further
From your salty yet has
A hint of sweet juices
Squirting all over you
Look what you made me feel!
Ahh!... An extreme prurient sensation
Out of your suffering scream!
It makes me want to eat myself
HAHAHAH! I know! I'm insane!
"Do you love me 'till the end?", she asks her lover.
DO YOU?! BECAUSE I WILL SHOW YOU HOW LOVE WORKS ON ME. THEY SAY, "LOVE WILL BRING HAPPINESS INTO THE DEPTHS OF PAIN". LOOK AT ME NOW? HAHAHA, I HAVE A KNIFE! AND I WANT TO SLICE MY LIFE, BOO! HAHAHAH! (as she is singing and dancing like a crazy) HAHAHA HERE EAT THAT (she gave him a piece of meat) C'MON EAT IT! EAT IT! (she took it and chewed it out of frustration, the soft meat turned into a crushed-munch eating show, and she then aggressively pulled him as she kissed him forcingly) SEE? I TOLD YOU, OUR LOVE WILL PERISH FOREVER HAHAHA.
MY HAPPINESS IS IN UPON MY SOUL, HOW IT CAN RENDER INSIDE OF YOU IF I DON'T LET YOU TAKE A TASTE OF IT? RIGHT? NOW HERE'S MY SKIN AND FLESH, EAT THAT WILL YOU? AND A CROSSED PROMISE FROM MY BEATING HEART. YOU WILL FEEL MY LOVE FOREVER HAHAHA (she dances alone in her room, that in reality she was diagnosed with severe delusions, we can see how she hurt herself to feed her imaginary love- AHH!)
BOO! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE FROM ME? YOU CREATED ME AND MADE ME CRAZY! COME HERE, LET'S TASTE WHAT KIND OF LOVE DO YOU HAVE HAHAHA.
HEY YOU?! YES YOU! THE ONE WHO READS THIS. WHAT KIND OF TASTE DOES YOUR LOVE HAVE?
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Disclaimer: This is only work of a fiction and a trigger warning for the words. I'm currently trying new way of writing a prose-poetry with a bit of dark content in it.