sadism born of cruelty cuts deep; it is personal; it invites intimacy; it aspires to cleverness.

I wish I had not broken you into so many pieces. I keep finding parts of you in the strangest of places.

Slivers of you embedded under my fingertips. Long capricious coils of hair left upon my pillow. Drops of blood that stained my wrists and rusty freckles left in the passage of sanguine lips.