Poison Ivy 🌵

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It opens its mouth, and the rows of teeth shift, grinding together, and I know, without it speaking, that it’s smiling. “I love you Alexa.” It speaks, low and guttural. Layered. “I love you too.” My heart swells. this is what real love feels like. This is my person.
We All Rot Eventually: A Horror Novella
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