.tell me a lie_she said, "Lie to me" he said, "I love you"
i will have himwith the callusesof his touch an atlas awhisper to my skin.
the harbinger.let me feel those areasyour parents don't even know aboutflesh and flesh, he saidgun cockedto the temple of my thighshair a coaland eyes high on powder and hunger.he saidi am the closest thing to suicidethe god of turned-over sheetsand cold fingers pressed to backsghosting ice over all the right places,that can give those airsinto the oxygen-less areas in your chesta gasp that wracks your deepest bonesa drug to choke onfingers down your throat.contort with meand break to the breathof these bones,your knees to your rib cageyour ankles clicking to minearms stolen to spinesyour frame lodged with minecocked ti
in the end, we will always burn.sometimes i wonder what is it liketo be close to things that aren't meant to be close.i imagine things with straps at the collar bones, worded at the releasing snap-cages under shirts a thrashing mess pounding against my templealive only when there is hunger playing in our ears so loudall you can hear is the verbal silence of bone on bone.SOMETIMES, i imagine it speaks a crescendo of exploding monotonesover leather and the darkness a facade over of our skin: thighs swollen into what i think is a golden spine under my fingertips,a strange voice filled with murmurations coming through the blackready to fill the pregnant silence of
virginswhen i asked youyou told me you died when you first had sex,which i thought was funny,until you asked me how many bodies i had.
a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part o
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