Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento

she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…

Love

cruelty knows no bounds yet the only word is love – to create such savage blood to fill our cups to the brim to sate such unquenchable thirst – untamable flames burning desire claiming all in our dominion – to never know satisfaction to be ever reaching ever vying for a higher rung to fall…