don’t think. Just go along with it
the candles were not
made of wax
it was something
different
Something that smelled
like sweat as they
melted
there were five
of them
One for each
corner of the pentagram
They had to take
the furniture
and the carpet out
of the room
to trace it
in the middle
with powders he'd never
heard about
or smelled
or seen before
he'd never heard
or seen or
thought about anything
like this before
He just went
along
And now watched
her round, shaved head
in the dancing light
of the candles
She looked like
an eastern goddess
to him
"I think we're ready," she
said
He didn't know what
they were ready for
but went along
again and
stretched naked over the
pentagram as instructed
and watched as
she mounted him
She rode him in complete
silence
No moaning,
no heavy breathing,
like she felt nothing at all
"The way to summon
the devil is
through your womb," she
explained. "The seed
of a man who
wants to die
is required. How lucky
I am to have
found you, love."
A few days ago
he wrote on social
media that if
he doesn't find a
goth girlfriend
in six days he'll kill himself
Maybe words
really do
hold power
after all
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