obsessive like a bag of sweets consumed 5 minutes after purchase

i want to feel your hands under my skin, spreading your fingers right against the viscera of my ribs.

i want you to cut out and remove my liver, and i want you to consume it entirely. no- scratch that.

i want you to pull it out and sever it from me with your teeth - a blade adds too much distance.

when i kiss you, i have to resist the urge to hold your face and pull us closer, until we are past the point of being blue-lipped, and are instead blue-faced and still.

i want to consume you entirely.

i want you to make me bleed and

i want you to leave scars that will never heal - not because you want me to hurt, but because we all want there to be something infinite in this.

i am tired of keeping up this pretense of being casual - and i know you both are too. so step closer. wrap your arms around me until we rot into each other, until our bones are so mixed together they'll never be able to tell who was who. crawl inside of me and stay there, haunt me like a house set on fire. love me forever, i'll do the same either way.

keep me,

keep me,

keep me.

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