It starts with a hand at the nape of your neck. That hand rests there for a while, perhaps letting a thumb gently move over the curve, just enough to make you jolt slightly. Maybe your teeth drag over your lower lip, your eyes rolling back in your head. You Continue Reading
Remember how my Heartbeat was the Muse to your skin Before you tore Through us and Left us for dead How I went Supernova and Scorched you so You were hollow And empty and Cleft.
I remember whenThe hair on your skinWas the shiverOver the nape of my neckUntil I tore it awayAnd let it bleed outSo your rotten coreFell openAnd everyone saw you.
A dull t h u d against the wallFollowed byLow moansAndFrantic grapplingStruggling withHandfuls of fleshNeeding to holdEverythingAll at onceBeforeOne r i p s through the otherLeaving themTorn asunderFlaunted b l e e d i n gLikeAn openBook.