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Jul 2012
If you'd stop that gasping
for just one second
then maybe I'd have chance to
explain!

You said you adored the feel
of my arms around you,
so, as a surprise,
I've tied my hands in knots
(I snapped each fingerbone to do it,
one by one, before shattering each elbow
and wrapping them around your neck)
and now you'll never be without.

What do you mean, too much?
How can an embrace be too tight?
You didn't think it too much when
I served you those thin honeyed slices
of my belly for your dinner
the other night.

Because the shops had shut
and I was desperate to delight you,
so I sharpened the meat knife
(Don't touch it, by the way, it's lethal)
and sunk it right in to my midsection
in terribly jagged lines.
You were always the better carver.
You can do it next time.

Of course you can breathe.
What do you mean, disgusting?
It didn't even bleed that much,
I just mopped the puddles up with that new dress,
you know, the one my sister bought me?
Yeah, the maid of honour one.
Well, it was the first thing to hand
and I didnt want you slipping
on my silly old blood.

What did you say? I can't hear you
because of all that gasping nonsense.
I just want to please you!
I thought you'd be happy that I did
everything I could.
I couldn't bear for you to leave me
for some ***** who offered 'more'.
I think that's a little bit unfair...
I don't think its insane to want
things to work out.
Would you not do the same for me?

Honey, you've gone quiet.
Are you ignoring me?
You're not angry, are you?
Baby?

...Hello?
Annelyra
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Annelyra
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