I can see your head, hanging; tied with chains and leather on your hands and feet. I just remember how I got you there. It felt so good while I tortured you. You were so beautiful. Your gorgeous light brown hair, Your hands, so delicate, innocent. Those deep eyes I stared at every time I… Continue reading Forever Perfect
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To My Daddy
I feel the blood on my hands and begin to grin. It wasn’t enough to slice your arm. I begin to wonder how it would feel if I cut the skin off your face, to see what’s beneath the masque of all your lies.