blood is filling my eyes and your fingernails are digging into my skin as we both try not to scream because we are ******* killing each other and you're just laughing because you saw a bug that looked funny but im silently enduring the force of your teeth bared against my face and your hot hand on my back pushing me into the fire
it's a mystery to me how you can look so dull and gray yet have such fire and power stored inside that you use only to punish me and i wish i could hurt you just as bad but i have no idea if i will be able to remove your gripping hands from my neck long enough to hold you beneath the icy waters of the raging sea we're standing in the middle of
for years i imagined the drowning as something drawn out and painful, i imagined you refusing to let go and spitting fire when i forced you to but cutting off your hands was undeniably easy and i watched you return to the dull shell that i knew you as before and inside i knew that you felt the water filling your lungs but miraculously, i felt nothing
i only felt free
abt an abusive friendship ig