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keep the window open i cant stand to smell your skin, you are shivering. youre cold (you tell me so (you want a response (i nod,))) (but you are still cold) *do you have any fantasies?* this halting voice heaves in my stomach pressing against the walls, making me sick, the snap of your blinking lids a pickaxe to my temple. *i think about fire a lot. i think about forest fires.* filling the tank in a dead town, dark night quiet town, the gas tank overflows (your nervous eyes in your sweating sticky face {your twitching gaze stroking the lighter in the glove compartment} dry dry lips {your wet tongue only makes them dryer}) breathing in her ear you say *tie me to the stake tight tight so rope burn sears my wrist, burn me with the dry kindling,* condensation drips down her neck, sliding down the arm. on the sidewalk in the pit of her shadow a puddle forms, wetting the wings of the unhappy wasps, joints twisted, the gaps in the exoskeleton show something bright, something bulbous, with forceps and needles it could be reached? its delicate skin pierced, oozing thick light (*do you have any fantasies?*) [*so there are two of me, right, clones, equivalent beings but individuals. some sort of sick government secret. human ex periments. its not important. i grab my clone by the neck or it grabs me, its not important, the dust billows when my feet skid, im choking, vision blurr ing, i claw at my hands, we f all, dust bursts into the air, m y fist makes sick thudding sou nds when it hits, bruising my knuckles on the structural bon es of my face, possibly breaki ng the more delicate ones. im straddling my chest and im s pitting out the teeth that i di dnt swallow. then the clones **** im not really sure.*]
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
robin-goodfellow
L.U.S.T. LUCIFER USING ****** TEMPTATIONS
keep the window open i cant stand to smell your skin, you are shivering. youre cold (you tell me so (you want a response (i nod,))) (but you are still cold) *do you have any fantasies?* this halting voice heaves in my stomach pressing against the walls, making me sick, the snap of your blinking lids a pickaxe to my temple. *i think about fire a lot. i think about forest fires.* filling the tank in a dead town, dark night quiet town, the gas tank overflows (your nervous eyes in your sweating sticky face {your twitching gaze stroking the lighter in the glove compartment} dry dry lips {your wet tongue only makes them dryer}) breathing in her ear you say *tie me to the stake tight tight so rope burn sears my wrist, burn me with the dry kindling,* condensation drips down her neck, sliding down the arm. on the sidewalk in the pit of her shadow a puddle forms, wetting the wings of the unhappy wasps, joints twisted, the gaps in the exoskeleton show something bright, something bulbous, with forceps and needles it could be reached? its delicate skin pierced, oozing thick light (*do you have any fantasies?*) [*so there are two of me, right, clones, equivalent beings but individuals. some sort of sick government secret. human ex periments. its not important. i grab my clone by the neck or it grabs me, its not important, the dust billows when my feet skid, im choking, vision blurr ing, i claw at my hands, we f all, dust bursts into the air, m y fist makes sick thudding sou nds when it hits, bruising my knuckles on the structural bon es of my face, possibly breaki ng the more delicate ones. im straddling my chest and im s pitting out the teeth that i di dnt swallow. then the clones **** im not really sure.*]
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