Pale Lechery

Dragging the chain of treachery through knotted weeds into her tomb. Endure the filthy letchery, her pure heart absorbs the gloom. Not once uttering a single word Instead she sucks her thumb. She stares at him, her eyes ask why. Loveless. Numb. Her perfume seeps through cold mortar. The acrid stench of your murdered daughter. The frail specter of your murdered daughter. It rots in your sinus, the smell of slaughter. Her scent haunts your waking hours. She rots among the dead flowers. As night draws in her stare is fixed. Where you left her. Where blood and footprints mix. She carries her head in your dreams. She slits your throat in your dreams. She shows you what you fucking did. Every night! Every single night!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026