It was not enough to consume her, possess her, devour her, inhibit her
He wanted all of her, wanted to swallow her up until there was nothing left
Not a drop, Not a taste, Not a Morsel
Just an empty carcass, An empty hollow existence,
a minuscule life, a never ending rabbit hole......
but he was no mad hatter, he was sin,
he was an abomination,
he was damned, he was forsaken,
ruin was his ultimate goal,
his passion in this life, his agenda,
his motive, his life, his breath,
About the Creator
Catherine Therese Bonner
I started writing over a year ago. This process to publish has been pretty smooth.
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