Deaths Mistress
I am, that is unbareable to see myself as anything but in the embrace of his loving arms.
The feel of his bony hands as he caresses my hair. It will be alright he says come walk with
me fear no evil, let me reap you, time for the pain, anger, the fear will be no more, and
forever will you sleep in these loving arms. For I will forever be your lover.
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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