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For You, My Love
By Ghia Vitale
Editor's Note: This piece was first published by The Horror Zine and reprinted here with permission.
My love for you is a waking nightmare.
A fallen halo, wreathed in poison oak,
That carries venomous balefire smoke,
Contaminating all lungs and fresh air.
My love for you is the burning candle,
Dying, like the waning wick set aflame,
Smoldering from the mere thought of your name,
To make matter decay and dismantle.
It is the same love that slits the sweet throat,
Of a firstborn upon the stone altar,
Seasoned with chants—all fruiting life falters,
Where it sleeps on your property, remote.
When my will was fulfilled by this black hex,
I went to the pagan cemetery,
To your plot, unmarked by statuary,
With your lover to enjoy kinky sex.
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