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[Nec]Romance

The color of your smell can’t be described
The invasion of flies climbing the walls tell me you’ve died
The maggots that feast mark your expiration two weeks at the very least by my estimation
 
I bury my head in your arms
Your stiffening forgiveness comforts my shame
I can still hear you beg
like the shriek of a calf put down for being born lame
I’m here to pleasure you if only you could feel
That will actually help you when I carve off a momento to take home and frame
 
I can’t help but stare at your sunken stone-glossed eyes
I’ll dress you for the party and  we’ll dance
And I’ll tell you that you’re pretty
The chill on your flesh has long since past.
Room temperature will have to do
as I fill you with my pearly romance
 
The tender scabs around  my neck remind me how desperately you prayed and
how easily you fell for the clever role that I played
Constricting fingers drew the hate from your lungs
I know it won’t be long before they find you
but I’m prolonging my fun
 
As designer make-up fades you don’t look the same
I’ll try my hand at art and draw you a new face
I’ll dress you in mother’s lingerie you’ll look so  sexy in her red lace panties and her purple bustier
You resemble a China Doll on a soiled mattress display
 
I can feel my veined romance throbbing again it’s average in size —Your stitched closed lips won’t let you complain
 
I know you are shy but it’s not like this will be our first time
A gentle dance and I’ll spice things up and love in you hard from behind
My passion is soft and rehydrates your mouth
I’ll nibble off small bits of you as my tongue travels south
 
How do your nails grow so fast? Perhaps a file and a polish, then trim your hair, but this time is the last
Am I getting better my love
my dear?
Your hugs are always soothing  I push away unwelcome renegade tears
We’ll share our deepest secrets while I fashion a necklace out of your torn-off ears
 
How long has it been?
The carpet is crawling and so is your ceiling
I hear concerned voices something about an unpleasant odor
Your neighbors are complaining
These sheets are crusty and this mattress is soggy
Reality is creeping
overlapping my bliss while  paranoia toggles back & forth from nightmares of childhood memory
 
One last kiss before you reject me like you always did
You deserve to be found in this way but not before I open your skull like a tuna-can lid
 
You’ll be my favorite until I find another just like you
Never forget I saved you from the hurt in this world don’t forget me, or the strange things you made me do
 
So I’ll leave behind this note Maybe for your siblings or your parents
I’ll fill in the lines with confessions of loneliness and regrets
But I promise not to tell them how you cried during your first time, which of course happened AFTER you died

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