Nov 2018
"I don't bite" he whispers into my plump flesh
he laid me on the table and spat stones over my eyes
distracting me from the consumption of my lower intestines
he laid me on the table and spat stones over my eyes
distracting me from the consumption of my lower intestines
yea it's not meant to make sense
but the spitting stones over your eyes thing is a metaphor for his words blinding me
I hope you enjoy the visuals
but the spitting stones over your eyes thing is a metaphor for his words blinding me
I hope you enjoy the visuals
