You emerged through two crossed lines. flooded my nose with the scent of lavender and blood. whispered sweet nothings when penetration was forced. i sink you swim.
I currently work with 1000 people, 1000 phones, no windows, women as tall as lions baring whips and chains, chewing bubble gum and making me sing, synchronized movements choreographed dance moves, everything is the same. call centers.
animosity controlled the man. his face obscured with his poisened remembrance of how he was.
hues of grays and violets surround his corpse. earth a blistering white. warlocks. penance. the need for confession slowley deteriorates. lack of soul. neglect of himself. you can hear is roar for 3 miles. he's coming. shoes burgundy. blood and guts. face off centered destroyer of ones dignity. tired. weak. brood distressed and seperated. painted dolls matted hair. sequined dress full of disease. Birth. a boy. a man. the rivilary begins.
time has stopped. My thoughts are playing the harp with no strings, I'm singing to my favorite song with no mouth and i've aborted the chance to salvage anything...My legs and my arms are weak, trembling with the unforgetable notion of losing me but most importantly we. i hold my breath until i'm blue, face pale waiting for the next hand to move.
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