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A Sinner's Warmth
Katie Achilli

Cold.
So cold without you,
vile sinner.
Then I see you here,
in my dreams.
Your horns scrape my neck,
and your tail lashes around my legs.


I surge you in,
like taking a shot,
like sipping a pill.
Electricity volts down my throat
 like a wire with epilepsy.
Shock me, shake me.
Burn the stars inside my  eyes,
and fray the strings around my heart.
Then bring me back in the  morning.

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