Moments

Second Coming

I've lived my whole life worrying about what I look like and spent most of it trying to atone for it. All this despite the fact that all I ever wanted to do was breathe. It falls upon so suddenly, the parts on the script. We play for so long, whipping back and forth so often that we are still.

She has duck taped the rinds to her flesh again. Even as they curl and rot, she answers to the call. Master and slave, how did this happen?

I'd like to see you go crazy again. It seems ethanol is not enough for the fire. But you must break, it brings warmth to my chest. So real you were, a wailing creature begging to be wiped out. But it was not over, so you drew deeper into yourself. You're ribs must be starting to crack, yet you won't even allow the blood it's freedom. I believe you're close though, let the slithering heat flower in you, it all has to be there, all corners of a human.

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