Window to a soul.
Tears have to fall before you can see.
Eyes like laser beams.
Addicted to the choke.
The spasm in my belly.
The orgasm in pain.
A sweet sorrow.
Muscles humming in anticipation.
Craving the dark things.
I want to rip it all out and lay it bare. Have you take a stick and poke at it, examine it.
Flip my insides over and say there, that’s it right there. That bit of flesh, right there.
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