Post- Apocalyptic Wet Dream
Self mutilation led to this pasty corpse.
She went too far...
Caress every crevice.
Kiss every orifice.
Nothing breathing could be so beautiful.
No more toxic opinions rendering her unsure.
Every scar exposed as badges of self-loathing
(or maybe just loathing).
Every tattoo insinuating
she once had a voice she knew not how to use.
They all say not to fuck the dead...
but no one has to know.
She doesn’t seem like the type who would mind.
Even while living,
she probably never put up a fight.
She was consumed by depravity
Just as you’re consumed by perverse ideations.
When finished,
check to see if the virgin corpse will still bleed.
Cover her (insert her)
In (with) carnations and
assume they were always her favorite.
Call her a whore ...
and reward yourself 10 lashes.
Goodnight, slut.
Goodnight, necrophiliac.
Post-apocalyptic wet dreams are rejuvenating the air.
