Diana’s Despair

Copyright © 2019. Diana Garcia. All Rights Reserved.

She is transfixed,

searching the fens

of a bleak oblivion.

He is just there,

then shimmers

away, teasing.

A paralyzing poison

infuses veins

and pollutes her ennui.

Transported,

She floats like seaweed in

an obsidian ocean

of insouciance

Immersed in some Lovecraftian netherworld:

Cthulhu’s glorious many arms and legs,

a welcome straight jacket,

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beguilingly,

deeply,

into her

every orifice.

The glutton

devours,

smacks,

licks,

on her anguish.

Shafts throb,

RADIANT.

Bloody claws comb away

tears,

hair,

and sad skin.

She moans,

in ecstasy for more of this amorous vice;

Longing to drown in tasty fluids and slime-slickery wet forgetfulness.

Mmmmmm, a delicious

foul opioid.

This beloved cosmic entity lovingly,

curious,

entices feelers to voraciously suck

desolate, delectable pain.

Entwined, it is an osculation

into perdition.

Like a sculptor

he reverently

reanimates,

remolds,

regenerates

her.

She succumbs.

She, now, his succubus.

***This…