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Valentine
We’ll be eating dinner,
Or holding hands,
Or sleeping.
You’ll say the right words,
Or I’ll remember them.
Scales will split my skin.
My hands will break and my eyes will pour out, horns twisting in their place.
My teeth will shatter and my mouth will be filled with obsidian.
My legs will stretch and bend and multiply for miles.
My spine will erupt,
A dozen wings of black bone,
Black blood,
Black feathers.
My chest will rot and maggots will swell in the soft flesh of my belly,
And you will try to love me.
I will tear your face to ribbons with my kisses,
Break your bones with my embrace.
Your blood will run thick through my hair.
I will carry you,
A tail of thorns wrapped around you.
I will scar every inch of you and still,
You will try to love me.
I will breathe with you your last breath, and it will tear at your lungs.
I will speak with you your last words, and they will be a scream.
Mine will be the last face you see, and it will be a horror.
I will make your last moment, and I will mourn it with you, and you will try to love me.
And finally,
Finally,
I will love you too.
Valentine by Carolyn Maeve is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
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