Note:Poppy-esque steal I suppose. These aren't her 'twins' though, they're mine.


“I sigh and stare out the window at the moon as it casts milky shadows across our naked bodies. We lay nestled together like two spoons, your legs tangled in my own. Your thin arm draped over my chest, I stare at the cuts and slivers of pain that you have delicately carved into your flesh over the years; testing the boundaries of your immortality.

“Scarification they call it, it’s an art that so many of taken up. But only you have pushed it toward new lands. For your birthday twenty winters ago you let the strangest of men –their skin all smooth and black, with tattoos and scars of white lacing there mortal bodies- carve deep into your back, two perfect wings. They stretch down your back, curling at the ends so with every breath they twirl and dance. For pay you took each one to bed, letting them taste your coppery blood and suck on your salty flesh.

“You came home that night laughing. You danced around me, flinging your arms around my neck and kissing me deep on the mouth, your tongue slipping between my lips and probing my velvety insides. We lay in each other arms for two nights as I lapped up your blood and come. We lay as we do now, nestled together like two spoons, your legs tangled in my own.

“The scars on your arms form spider webs that trace paths across your shoulder and down your back, connecting the two wings with tendrils of pain. We have both lain here in this rotting bed for months, letting time erode what was once worshiped across the land and dance mockingly in our once youthful faces. Breaking apart our life and our flesh. But not our love, never that.

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“I remember a time in the early eighteen hundreds, before the clattering of cars and screeching of planes over our house; I remember what you said to me that night, as you feasted on the delicate flesh of a little whore boy I had caught for you. Your mouth immaculate as you sucked on his heart and delicately ate his skin, careful as to not get anything on your clothes. You turned to me, swallowing. Your eyes shinning in the candle light, your perfume wafting across the table. Smiling.

“’You are my better half,’ you declared while searching the boys chest for more delicacies on which to feast. I stared at your hands, white ghastly spiders dancing across red and black, poking and prodding the boy. I wasn’t sure what you meant at that time. But now, now I see.

“I understand all the pain you have caused yourself. While I have wafted across time, dancing endless between the line of reality and dreams, you have been stuck in a banal world full of pain and suffering. Enduring the horrid conditions of life, and death.

“I suppose I am your better half. Born just eighteen minutes after you had ripped open our mother’s womb. I lay curled inside of her, clutching the inside walls of her womb and shivering as earth’s cold air invaded my once sleeping lungs. You were the first to awaken and reach reality while I lay wrapped in my own delusions. Its tendrils burning your fleshy brain far worse than mine.

“And so, I turn towards your sleeping body, and watch you slowly breath in the tides and flow of air between us. Is this what I look like? My skin burnt and crumbling beyond recognition? My eyes sunken low and deep inside my skull? My lips tattered and broken? Is this what I have been reduced to? A mere corpse, a mere living, breathing, corpse.

"So here we lay, nestled together like two spoons, your legs tangled in my own. The moonlight casting milky shadows across our naked bodies. The sunlight casting hot searing shadows across our naked bodies. So time goes on, as time does and God lives on, as God does and people die, as people do. And we lay here, nestled together like two spoons, your legs tangled in my own. [End]