NecromanceI shall often compare thee to the moon.Someone with flesh that's always cold and pale.She who bares skin that is that of a prune.And arms that are skinny as they are frail.Thou are much like a wilted, old flower.Thou would have tales of a life that is goneAnd though thy fragrance is like milk gone sour.For such strange features, like these, I fawn!But our love shan't be seen for it's beauty.Our romance is frowned upon and is banned.If not, then it's strange and fruity,Yet likely that our love is a gross brand.Worry not, for I don't care if I'm deemed vile.We are simply a wife and necrophile.
Constricing ConflictThose void-like twin orbs stared through the glass and right at her the second she walked through the door. But it wasn't his eyes that stole her attention away from everything else in the store. No, it was his charmingly slim and wavy figure. Perhaps what made him stare at her was the strikingly orange hair she had grown since she was born. Or perhaps, the freckles that had long ruled over her skin from her face to her legs. His figure was simple and dull in comparison but beautiful beyond comprehension.She wanted to keep an open mind and give the rest of them a chance before she made her final decision. And yet, in comparison to all the others in the establishment, he stood out like a royal among commoners."See something you like, Barb? I would have thought you'd get a rabbit for a change.""Rabbits are nice, but my apartment is too small... I mean, yeah, rabbits need big open spaces to be healthy." This snake was was perfect. Too cute for words and she absolutely had to have him!