everything is unchanging and yet it changes so much alone here with the blood stained hands licking them clean as though i have done nothing wrong the beautiful blackness of the perfectly shaped orbs round and loving the way they never shunned u or said “you aren’t good enough for me” they love u consistently… Continue reading The Inevitability
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Poetic-Allusions of death
Somehow beneath the broken shards of glass I lifted myself up with blood stained hands I threw myself at him again Only this time making sure to render him unconscious