Her body bent awkwardly, her arms around him and her mouth all ooohed to show him that she wants it she always wants it but the tape keeps him from believing her, hunched over like a fleshy vulture tearing off what little memory she has left of love, his broken plumes stabbing at her with every move. She is a feast, my supper. Barrels of acrid wine flows from her free and pure and I want just one taste. She was my first and will be my last. Her blood is my blood and I want her body but she's perpetually ooohing. My heart and my eyes bleed each night for her because I want to hurt her but I am too late. Assure her, coo into her ear and then take her. Make her scream for me and laugh as the tears run dry, smack the bitch in the face for looking so goddamned delicious. All I can feel was is will be my ribs cracking under the weight of my hate. I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop because I was her and I am afraid of myself because I know I can't be without her. I don't know how to change it so all I do is bleed for her.
I come from the darkest place.
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