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Corn-Fed Corpse

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The crucible cracked with a sound like bone snapping. Inside,
something thick and glistening pulsed—alive despite the fire
of alchemy in dark obsession, hungering, the corn-fed corpse
with my tongue pressed between her teeth. Her voice distilled
a silent weeping. She wasn’t going to scream. Nevermore…
Wet and pulsing, labia majora. Her name, is Maria. Three drops
of my semen’s spilt milk into the abyss of her pickled lily,
and the corpse rots. Now waiting for the pain of insanity to tell
me. “Take a number and then eat.” 

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