Her

I don’t know which was stranger
The fact that I knew it was crazy
Or that I was actually doing it
Sitting across from her dead corpse
I could smell the rotten flesh of her
See her decomposing body
I wanted to feel her flesh
Feel the death consuming her
She would not know or stop me
It would just be known to I
Seeing her sitting across from me
Finally giving me all the attention
I have desired this for so long
She couldn’t look better
For now she belongs to me

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