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Blood Lips
Her lips were undeniably seductive. They weren't the shade of that faded red tie stain that needs to be forgotten. Nor the glamorously bright red nail polish on a Holly wood star that demands attention. They were blood red. And from time to time again, I would confuse my love of her lips with my desire for her blood.
While in a passionate kiss, I would have the urge to bit her lips. She loved me. She would have given her life up for me. I decided that if I just bit in the corner of her lips, the place where no one would ever notice to look at, then it would be ok. So I bit. And I sucked. Her sugary blood only fueled my erupting thirst. So I bit and suck. And again. And again. Soon I lost track of how many times I had done it. Her once beautiful lips never had the chance to recover. Soon it had more depressions than the surface of the moon. She began to withered and I was losing my sanity bit by bit. The sight of her pained me. Then I somehow ended up here. Where is here? Huhuh huh. It's a place where only I can enter. And never leave.