Burning, quivering Staring into the junoesque Handsome face of oblivion Noticing the slight curvature In the features of her smile
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Release
In the middle of the night, At 3:00am. I finally decide. Its time to go. I lay out my clothes on the bed. Then go to the kitchen and pull out the mixing bowl. Fill it with ice I’ve been making for days. Carry it into the bathroom, Put it down on the sink. Walk… Continue reading Release
Hurt
She walked up to her room crying. Not believing what she was hearing. Taking a knife to her skin earlier, But not daring. But now there was a different gleam in her eye. Her emotions scared herself. But that didn’t stop her. She looked for something, Anything that could cause damage. That’s when she found… Continue reading Hurt
In blood… there’s love…
The sight of the blood both repulses her and excites her, she does not know whether she should get sick or lick it away. She slowly watches the droplets slowly sliding down his hand to his forearm, mingling in the sparatic hair growing there. She watches, unable to look away, unable to close her eyes.… Continue reading In blood… there’s love…
Taste the Wime
January 17, 1998 Today is the day the world becomes a hell. No living creature should live without a full on hit of torchure.