She's coming
Those blanketed footsteps are too light
They slide with each dip in the wood
Memorizing each creak on your staircase
Seduced by the supple curve of your collarbone
Intrigued by the emaciated sight of your fragile body
She finds you
Kisses your lips like she's saving you
Hold your ribs like she owns them
Licks your flesh leaving fresh rosebuds behind
You make love to the idea of her
Hold her whispering body like she is all you've got
Your body
It's her temple
You strive to make the sacrifices
This is your religion
You're putting in your dues
With the grim reaper in tow
She's coming

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