Just a Name.
"She smells like angels ought to smell."
Consumed in her, she knows me.
"Find me." She cries. But all I can see is her flowing black hair.
She climbs, up, clinging to the walls. Her ample visage for all to behold.
Pure. Hot. Sex.
And I've created her.
I blink, and she jumps from wall to ceiling.
She looks at me and winks as she pulls the house down.
And as the world ends, I can't help but think this was a bad way to kill myself.
"Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for.
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