Jamie

by Wicklow

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She wanted what she couldn't morally have. No control over her soul, she waits until the corpse gets cold. Cold. Cold. Grazing sexually on the deceased. She's into the body, when it's five fingers in. Deeper, deeper, cervix swallows skin. Gangrenous fetus for all the right reasons. Corpse lust. She only goes for those dead and cold. She can't get enough, never gives it a rest. You'll find a cult in her cunt, and curdled cud in her breast. Decrepit wretched whore, holding more than the rot has brought her. Sometimes she questions herself. This time though, she knows the outcome all too well. She's lost her will to live, she's in love. She burrows her fingers in two. The beast howls to the moon. Brings forth a claw to the womb. Giving birth to a rancid, pus covered fetal corpse, stillborn into decay. She follows with her cult, into her own demise. Flesh blood and fur alike, they pulse as they fight. Together, they entwine in a blood orgy, and die.