My back is pressed against the concrete wall, the same wall he is on the other side of working
I would do anything for you. Even kill.
I want to crawl into your flesh and writhe
I started throwing all the clothes out the window
With eels in your stomach
These wounds cut deeper than the bone. They have cut to the core of my soul.
teleportation via scent to an old lover
“Because the devil is going to kill us”
“Let me go or I’ll slit your fucking throat, bitch”