The knife stabs deep with the jolt of one's words. I run from the daggers being thrown at me by my captor, but I always return to his daze, his hypnotism. I'm trapped. Feeding off his every word and every thought. My heart races with every touch of your skin. My body grows numb as you run your hands across my body. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat, draws me closer to my demise. I feed off his love. And there's no turning back now.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't See
ContoI lost you. My world falls apart. I'm drowning in the thought of what was, what was going to be. . what will never be.
