buttonEvery vein beating through me,
Begs me to turn away.
They are empty and weak,
Thirsty, and afraid i’ll leak again.
But bleeding is all I know how to do these days.
Red words on paper
Red scars...
I want to fuck you violently, she whispered in his ear.
He was all nerves now.
Her hand clawed at his thigh. She leaned closer, nipping at his ear. I want to chew on...
You remember when you were young and you’d get your jacket caught on a chain link fence? This is kind of like that, only instead of a needle and thread you use a bottle of gin for your suture.
