Foul Kiss

Milk white fangs sank their feet

deep into my nape while pale lips

whispered sweet nothings into my ear

At first I was weak, for a glorious voice

was all I could hear

Accepting the pain,

I could feel teeth on bone

Floating into black, the faceless

voice began to moan

Then my heart bloomed,

reminding me of my power

I must not allow this evil

to acquire this flower

Committing to self-love,

my blood quickly became toxic

The fangs retracted and

the voice lost its logic

My life drew swords with the legions

of my own hellacious abyss

Freeing my soul from such a

lovely, foul kiss