ducane
In me.
A fear.
A reprehensible fear.
A white wash. Deep, entrenched and seared.
Holding tight was is near and dear.
To me.
In me.
An unshakeable. Fear
12. Pushed. Machine. 1000. Foot. Sisters.
She squeezed her hand between the rockface entrance scraping the skin off her knuckles
FracTures
In her personality
Allow the rain in
Cooling and soothing
The rush of blood
A racketeer by way of debauched adolescent. It was the only forseeable at the time. It's easy to cast blame, sure. But it was a them or me. I'm a simple animal. I chose to meet my immediate needs. It had to be done... Really. Admiteddly, if had a choice, I'd probably do it again.
Hunched in
Feotal, Ignored
Craving for touch
Some acknowledgement
Look me in the eyes
Show us our humanity
Give me one look,
Cmon...
My eyes were closed but I could feel her flood me with light. I am saturated by the constant and unnerving desire to kill her.
Her vitality hit me with a thunderous slap; moving from revolt to must have now to holding.
"winning the hearts and minds" - early wounding.
i close me oyos the spots of light n me mind becum a ComBUSTion ov st*rs spirallllllllllllling in and out of its3lf - a glimpse of it all n its Glory!
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