Omnibus in foro S.P.D.
My spooky folks. A writing challenge that I accepted featuring a quote that was posted by Donte Collins (via quote that). All credit of quote goes to original writer.
Bullet- Kissed Lovesong 01/24/2016
Kissed the bullets simply because I loved the person who was holding the gun.
When he had hit me it always felt like a kiss. That was the way we had our true bliss.
Our love story composed of bruises and fists both claiming the title of nihilist.
Chainsaw masochist and Lipstick sadist such a lovely couple. Spent most of our time between each others legs. I only felt something when he was on top of me and vice versa. The only time while we as lovers felt alive. Sex that was wild and electrifying. While he pounded me we made the earth move.
I kissed the bullets because I love the person holding the gun. I am the Bonnie to his Clyde. Two fucked up people in a fucked up world. We have nothing but each other.
So of course I kissed the bullets because it was my baby’s gun.
©2016 T.B. Morte writing as “Bobbie Jane Claibourne”
From the Collection “Spellbound Morbidia Diavolina”