but the fucking isn’t sweet
My hunger, today, is filled with sharp edges. It tastes of iron and old blood. Like the cracks in a shattered windshield, its fingers spider across the surface of my thoughts, coloring my perceptions and forcing my attention to a place I have long ignored in favor of more immediate, less challenging, options.
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D’jaevle, Bad, Bad, Thing
March 12th, 2009 at 9:09 pm
~snort~
elise
March 14th, 2009 at 5:38 am
Oh.. delicious~
April 9th, 2009 at 10:29 pm
But the reading of your words always is.