his tongue peels at me
my flesh razor blades
his screams echoe my pleasure
watch him run bleeding to her
he knows my razor blade named skin
speaker in unformed art
he feels for my fingers
once again
he
screams
with my wand of silence
he is swirled beneath the stream
beneath his bubbling shadows
he wrestled
with
my
grief
his tongue peels at me
?
...
..
.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
his tongue peels at me
my flesh razor blades
his screams echoe my pleasure
watch him run bleeding to her
he knows my razor blade named skin
speaker in unformed art
he feels for my fingers
once again
he
screams
with my wand of silence
he is swirled beneath the stream
beneath his bubbling shadows
he wrestled
with
my
grief
his tongue peels at me
?
...
..
.
