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it was all ivy curling up my thigh as i lay naked in the green pool of vegetation thinking of being absorbed like rainfall. i dug my toes in planting roots. you lay still with me, exhausted i imagined. like adam and eve. when would we be expelled. leaves brushed my face as you made a move but i clasped your wrist. dont make a sound. we’re going to decay. i looked her in glassy blue eyes skin gray with veins spreading to the partially opened mouth. we’ll stay with you, i promise. i turned to him, we cant leave her alone shes getting cold. shes dead, they do that. but she used to be alive, i thought we were pretending. we cant pretend forever. eden was starting to become whispy, and the green was molding, soupy spinach sewage now clung to my thigh, infecting my skin, reaching up to open legs. i was laying in death.


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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