rhanebrennalynn
Dots of light covered her skin, a painting produced by the sun filtering through our dusty blinds. Her eyes, sleepy, heavy, and blue gazed up at me. "Thank you," she murmured.
I wish I could staple my eyes shut. The pain would be worth being able to be functionally blind to the things I have seen in you, of you. You're still the perfect person to hurt me, after all this time. Still pulling my guts out of my throat.
She was sly, sleek, mysterious. She traveled my mind in stealth, lurking in the corners, teasing away my other thoughts with the image of her dancing in the moonlight.
"It was a delight to have you," he whispered before gently closing the door in my face. Blood dripped down the insides of my thighs and I felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.
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