unfamiliar breathing, followed by silence. my naked body is alone on my bed sheets. loneliness breaks my own hand and morals for a way to get off but i don't. i sit there and conjure up sweet whisperings of how i want you. *******, deep and hard and cold.
if i'm such a good girl, then tell me. why do i wish my flesh will melt away like the leaves? masochistic idiosyncrasies wrap my vanilla heart up in a pretty little bow. your fingers beg to scratch off my humanity; they have to wait their turn.
This is dark and raw and real and no one will like it