

"To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause." --Hamlet, Act III, Scene I
The Succubus gets a job at a sleep clinic.
She dispatches volunteer subjects by entering
Their dreams and helping herself to their souls.
She doctors the data and gets rid of the evidence,
Then attaches herself to every electrode she can find.
Bless the gadgetry and current that brings
Chloe back; homicidal, perfect, eager, hers.
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9 spoke through the ouija:
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back. I love Chloe.
Shay.....
This is your best 55 yet...
I love the manifestation of evil.
You Rock Girl!!
Thanks for this masterpiece...G
I'm scared!
Aloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
EEEEEEEEP!
How cruel how perfect (glub...)Gosh!
Smiles ! :)
chilling......
You know, I don't even like poetry all that much, but you, girl, you tell some incredible stories.
Yes, yes, yes!
Excellent. Aah, I've missed her...
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