i hate you and it is almost ******;; the way that i want to destroy you from the ground up, flay your flesh from your bones and watch your blood coagulate in the hot summer sun it is cold where your body lays buried beneath mimosa pudica so preciously planted i love the way your hardened body becomes pliant to the touch my warm blooded fingertips pressing into your sides and if i had a **** i'd destroy your body more thoroughly **** your spitslick opening more roughly than with the use of a finger or three which opening am i referring to the one i create with a knife and a flick of the wrist right between your ghostrib and the meat of your stomach i find it to be most pleasant to the ear that wet moistmaking slop of a cavern and i want to put my tongue to it so carefully tasting your inner screams and whats left of your soul stuck inside that rotting meat it cries for help and i am your mother rich in my love and rich in my hatred for the uncouth young way your body wraps around my quivering flesh my indecisive muscle ambivalently traverses the planes of your abdominals and my fingers follow, stained black with your bile i love the texture of your insides smooth against my calloused touch your faded whimpers echo in my ear and i am ecstatic i've clipped your wings and you are my pet now my gorgeous gangrene wild animal to keep and to care for and i love you i am your mother and i love you