Short Story: curses by candlelight

we sing our curses by candlelight. she steals the blade from its sheath in my belt. a thief's fingers wrap firmly around the hilt. her tongue slithers along its sharp edge. i am exhilarated. cold steel cuts my cheek. tears of blood fall onto her bare naked thighs. she whispers that crying doesn't make you weak. i move the blade to my throat. her eyes roll back as she thrusts me inside of her. she is poison and antidote. blood soaked moans until sunrise. we sing our curses by candlelight.

Sawyer S.


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