#metaphoric
if i had one last moment, i’d rip open my chest, exposing the organ beneath, my pusher bloodied, beating, begging. such desperate flesh, calling out for one last touch. vessels intertwined with tissue would lose their way, disconnecting with the innate desire to snake around your form, twisting, twining, tying themselves together to rope you in, entrapping you once again. our lips would meet, and a simple whisper uttered, “sweeps have been long, yet an eternity ahead? i still cannot fathom . . . the horrific fate before me, the inevitability of solitude. yet i cannot have you, i ...Read more
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