Little Infector

You stood in front of me in pale skin I wondered where your clothes were you said you burned them you said you are contagious I didn't believe you - those innocent eyes cannot tell lies even if they tried.you infected me then dragged me into hell blood-spiders crawled from your vagina into my mouth.I was infected by a little girl that told me she was contagious.

By Rian Vorster
Published: 10/31/2009
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