

HazelI don't even know what color your eyes are but I can feel your moist breath against my neck. Moist. Fuck, I hate that word. So fitting to you and me. Disgusting without description. And what fucking color are your eyes? Your hands are slithering up, down over, behind and I can kiss the bile invading my mouth, the mouth that you've never even touched. The salt stings my eyes, but you don't even notice. It's not important. The pain is for you. Everything. Always for you. Please,Hazel


A Prom DateYou say, "Elise." You're right. The name is quite a bit more catching, quite a bit more fitting for your twelve-piece dining set. She'll be a lovely accessory to those fucking monotonous dinners. Black tie affairs, the appetizer to your desire. Does she cry Every Time, or is she Stronger? Does she welcome your fist as Lovingly as I could, or does she Fight Back? You wouldn't let me. Please, let me go. Or let her, leave me, to take it. Not her. Just let us go.A Prom Date
i love uuuuuu..
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