I.
Their families at war with each other, rabid dogs at the heels of a stranger, one angry son to a feuding brother. In their own measure, away from danger, they intertwined hands, welcoming desire, and gifted each other unwonted bliss. As the clans’ rivalry spun in a gyre, the two became aware of their abyss, a deceptive potion would remedy the dark mire, albeit a desperate cure. Deadly, morbid, ill-advised, the recipe effected a demise of hearts still pure.
In full wedding night posture, unavowed, forever’s dusky form served as their shroud.
II.
Poppin’ off at each other, kinfolk were, nasty coon-hounds worryin’ a preacher, young frisky whelp to a nasty neighbor. Hid away from peepin’ nosy stalkers, they clutched each other tight and long, gave each other a tasty dose of neon blue. Families pissed as tom's in a gay cat bar, the pair jumped up to their situation, blotter acid mixed with pure thorazine might prove the cure to their dilemma. Too far-out, spacy, the cocktail, spookily turned both their lights to endless black,
dressed for the hook-up, down for night, laid-out, ebony eternity draped them tight.
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