he pins you to the earth and
you can feel a lightness pulse
through his veins like ichor,
the way it was intended to flow
before your ruination.
for the first time, you feel small
beneath his gaze.
you whimper,
"what do you plan to do to me?"
he whispers,
"forgive."
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
he pins you to the earth and
you can feel a lightness pulse
through his veins like ichor,
the way it was intended to flow
before your ruination.
for the first time, you feel small
beneath his gaze.
you whimper,
"what do you plan to do to me?"
he whispers,
"forgive."
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