I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR TONGUE but i didn't mind talking riddles with you for a while. your mouth would twist like a festering cocoon when i thought you were speaking pitted cherry words. so sweet that i couldn't see how you swallowed your acrylic teeth one by one when you kissed me and ran your lips over me. the things you told me were dirty and cruel that horns began to grow from under my skin. from there, your thirst grew and you wanted to taste the land of the dead that you created within me. like a hungry child, you entered my skull with immense greed and built a wall with my bones and a bed with my flesh. you lived inside me that i swear i felt you bathing in my soul while whispering your language to me.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK RIDDLES WITH YOU ANYMORE
it hurts, it hurts
i burn in my own hell
