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// Only, Only, Only Me (Corejo's "Only, Only, Only You") 
// Story: Never The Final Word (Vol. 1) 
// by horizon 
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The day ascends, the night is done,
And sobbing sullies Summer Sun.
So through the darkened halls I flow
Unseen, like you, by everyone.

Whose tears these are I think I know.
My lovely moon, I see your glow.



So frail, so pale, so wan and fey,
A candle lit at peak of day.
(What lunacy's behind your shine?
Blind loyalty? Naivete?)

Come, comfort in my umbral shrine.
In Sol-less solace sprawl, recline.



Love, let the void between the stars
Recharge receded reservoirs.
Love, purge the guilt and stanch the bleed
And let the shadows seal your scars.

There is no shame in greater need.
Perhaps, my love, you should secede —



— Oh, how you flinch!  Oh, how you glare!
I'm sorry, love, I shall forbear.
Your sister's bond you'll never break —
If only she displayed such care.

I sense a deep and ancient ache.
We must address it for your sake.



I feel her name, love, burn your throat;
Let shadow be your antidote.
Let numbing darkness salve the pain
Of every inch of lovely coat.

Expunge the insults of her reign
Till nothing but calm dark remain.



My honeysuckle-darkened lips
Sing sweetened words of long eclipse
Until you smile in harmony.
My honey, suckle darkened lips;

Drink deep my love — you can be free
With only, only, only me.



Then kiss me deeper, tongue athrust,
And let restraint dissolve in lust.
Clench and whimper, clutch and moan,
Arch your back — surrender — trust — 

Come, love.  Feel how you have grown.
Soon no-one will neglect your throne.



Forget her sun's cruel hold of space,
And — body whole in my embrace — 
Love, let me lick your bitter tears
To cleanse your flawless nightmare face.

The moment of your justice nears.
Won't it be sweet to hear their cheers?



Yes, justice.  Justice!  Long denied.
That's why we'll loose the beast inside.
The ones who care will understand —
Your foes will scatter, terrified.

Foes?  Of course!  Was this not planned,
To see you shrink and Sun expand?



I feel you tremble at my touch.
My rage, my love: is it too much?
It's only there on your behalf,
To know they all mistreat you such.

You suffer so!  How can they laugh?
We'll craft from it an epitaph.



Your sister feels the secret thrill
Of scorch and sear and burn and kill;
Why should she be the only one?
Tenfold we'll gift it back until
They rue the day they chose the Sun!
My love, my sweet,

won't this be fun?







Reminder: This is the final chapter of this anthology, but the NTFW project continues with Never The Final Word, Vol. 2 — now curated by FanOfMostEverything.  Click on through to the next volume to keep reading!