InBloom

"But with my newly grown breed, untainted by those smells, of the earliest hour, did my hand weave, through the putrid flesh of my dearest aunt. An unabandoned possession kept me here, late, into the night, for day held enough gloom, which did nothing butplague my mind. For my lonely inflicted eyes drooled, and in heat, from the frequent gazing of her slashed, and broken breast, left me breathless, left the cringe in my loins a fantasy, a dream that had erupted to be. In this dream of dawn then, wouldforever she lay before me, open to the pleasure of my only touch, to only sleep, in the comfort of my arms. Ever drawn, to the wonder of my soul."