Thursday, November 19, 2020

Previously Published on Dark Edifice . . .

Inherent Knowledge of the Damned

She swallowed the cartilage
he pulled
from his own shoulder
with a quiet smile.
that she could withstand
his worst.
Now that she had tasted
his best.

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