Apr 20
Ad Eternum
Viscous The liquid was viscous And still warm against his lips But so sweet The iron smell Filled the entire clearing The hand was inert No pulse anymore The taste gone wrong He let go of the arm He let go of the whole body Many weeks later He knew all so well They would find what remained Of the sweet girl That trusted the wrong man Man? Creature The wrong creature No conscience Only hunger Hunger Hunger Hunger The remains would still be there They would discover them In the middle of the woods And him? Not a trace He would become a line in the horizon Looking for the next viscous liquid Hunger commanding him Hunger Hunger Hunger Hunger Hunger Hunger Ad eternum - April 12th, 2026