The Graveyard of Dead Girls

THE GRAVEYARD OF DEAD GIRLS


These gifts are not given, they have
to be taken. Things come
when you’re ready.
Slowly
day after day
new treasures arrive from
the summerlands. From the courts of

morning. From the magical lands
of longing. The southlands
of the sun. Two
shalt nots

are now needed:
never to open the
forbidden drawer again, never

again to touch the red velvet
box. This is the first thing.
The second, this:
never
again to crave
that delicious poison,
never again to hanker for

those addictive toxins, never
to go climbing again
the mountains of
madness,
never again
to wander in the waste
lands of lust, panting for shadows.


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