by
Mold
I want to amaze
like moss but I fail,
sicken my suitors
with spore and fuzz.
Love me, love me,
I cry and eat corpses.
Leftovers for me,
my lovers have nothing
to say. I love you
lifeless and limp.
Watch me whisper
sex down your lungs.
I'm the star
of gothic horror.
The vampire queen.
A green scream.
A wet dream wanking
overtime for us baby.
You’ll never see my teeth.
They’re already buried in you.
Don’t come. I’m busy
making life from death.
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