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I will drag my knife along your skin, sharp blade down into your fragile, shaking canvas, incising an increasing beat of whimpers and whines. Please hold still. I promise this will hurt. I will expose your clattering bones, rip out your chattering teeth, erase every impugned utterance you muttered against me. I will carve my letters slowly on your unzipped frame, sliding the burgundy blood across to blot clot dot. This is only preparation for what is about to follow. I will puncture your throbbing organs, slash your stretched cartilage with an unwritten script. Before I press further, I’ll assure you, you are still alive. I will twist each phrase, haunt you to believe it is your fault, force you to beg the slightest escape. I will permanently etch my name deep in the frozen chambers of your quivering heart. I will open up the blueprint as a demolition expert, remove whole fractions of your fractured soul, leave you a horrid wreck in the abyss of a mess you just made. You will not get rid of me, though no trace of evidence is left behind. My hands have been clean from the start.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
I Can Get Ugly with My Words
I will drag my knife along your skin, sharp blade down into your fragile, shaking canvas, incising an increasing beat of whimpers and whines. Please hold still. I promise this will hurt. I will expose your clattering bones, rip out your chattering teeth, erase every impugned utterance you muttered against me. I will carve my letters slowly on your unzipped frame, sliding the burgundy blood across to blot clot dot. This is only preparation for what is about to follow. I will puncture your throbbing organs, slash your stretched cartilage with an unwritten script. Before I press further, I’ll assure you, you are still alive. I will twist each phrase, haunt you to believe it is your fault, force you to beg the slightest escape. I will permanently etch my name deep in the frozen chambers of your quivering heart. I will open up the blueprint as a demolition expert, remove whole fractions of your fractured soul, leave you a horrid wreck in the abyss of a mess you just made. You will not get rid of me, though no trace of evidence is left behind. My hands have been clean from the start.
So I had this workshopped and I got so many good reviews, I'm still glowing
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
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