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feel my body hung from deadwood tree
leaking intestinal mass and my
pound of flesh is such a pretty mess.
you said you wanted to know me from
the inside baby, cut me down the middle,
string the wire high, and i spilled
my guts for you. beautiful. bathing in my
ironic honesty you are so foolhardy. i’ve
still got so much to say, i drip with a chorus
of screams, my fellow comrades feeling
your scalpel prick and pull. you said
i don’t want you or your love
i want the blood


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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