75/M/Charlotte, NC I've lived on a pinball machine. Frantic off bumbers and flippers and tilting. I love the action but I'm fading and my balls are lost. 264 followers / 67.0k words
She died suicide I'll never know why it was left for me to bury her I will join her in death final breath. I lie in her grave and slit my throat bleed out our true baptism.
I'm still that little boy confessing little sins to be forgiven by a penance. Instead I ate a nun's stew. Acquired taste devil dance before I die one last chance.
Time is a brooding storm hovering behind my back threatens every tick tock as universes always stack Tarot decks against a ****. We're always hanged seconds before we *** on the clock. we love the patient serpents.