wordlings

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Take a pen and trace onto my skin, the words I tell you to.

W-H-O-R-E : as undeserving as my lips are, I long to kiss the lips of he who isn't mine. I crave the stain of his hands upon my bosom, grabbing at me with such impatience that it hurts.

S-H-A-M-E-F-U-L: I will try hard as I can, but I know that I will always put you to shame. You will think I belong with you only to find my body, limp and happy in another's arms.

D-I-R-T-Y

D-U-M-B

A-T-T-E-N-T-I-O-N--S-E-E-K-I-N-G

Tear these words onto my skin with the sharpest razor and watch me bleed. Relish in my tears and wait for my death.

Do not feel guilty; yes, I deserve it.