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Sharing A Bed With Satan

  • Writer: Taylor Thomas
    Taylor Thomas
  • Sep 17, 2025
  • 1 min read

I slept with devil for his warmth

Ignoring scarred marks on my neck form his lifeless teeth pleasuring themselves in my veins


I lay with evil for the hand to hold

The reassurance that I was worth loving

And being held


For I but the hand that fed me love and I left my self starving

But hunger is better than filling myself with toxic


 
 
 

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