@industrialincidentalist your Hand Is Around Her Throat. you See The Terrified Look In Her Eyes. She Spits Rust Blood At You And You Lick It From Your Lip. you Relish The Taste. one Less Drop Of Blood In Her Body. you Are Spilling Your Own Onto Her Desk, A Puncture Where She Drove Her Blade Into Your Side. her Voice Is In Your Head. let Me Go. Let Me Go. you Rotten, Rotten Thing. Let Me Go. putrid. Disgusting. worth Less Than The Dirt On My Shoe. let Me Go. but Your Hand Stays Tight Around Her Throat. One Movement Could Snap It. she Would Die. you Would Be Able To Tear This Place Down Without Her Getting In The Way. you Would Save This Planet. . . . but You Let Go. You Let Go. because Your Body Knows Better Than Your Pan. you Need Her. you Are Nothing Without Her. you Are Nothing Without The Feeling Of Her Energy Coursing Through Your Body. and She Rubs At Where Her Neck Will Bruise, Then Rolls Her Shoulders And Huffs. you'll Forget This One Too. like A Good Pet. #violence it's Time To Remember. πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header