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your heart has scorched your ribs so terribly that it stings of ice when touched with bliss.

'it can't be real, it simply can't be!' you cry. 'leave me alone! i know your game! all you've ever done is hurt me, trick me, fool me!'

how often you mistake the bloat in your chest for death, that when anything else resides within, you can only wish to be split down the middle.

to tear everything gentle out of you; to feel nothing at all, for you tire of feeling the hands of annihilation cradle you like it loves you.

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i gleefully tore you apart, with clever teeth and wicked tongue—your taste was sordid. sickeningly sweet.

(i'm wasting my time here.)

you wailed so loudly, and how i relished in such a pathetic keen. i wasn't brave enough to look at your falling tears, however.

(i never liked seeing people cry.)

i thought if i left you bleeding in the snow, i'd be satisfied—but of course, my greedy heart couldn't take it.

(a meal left unfinished is just unsightly.)

we ill love eating the wretched, but all we end up doing is eating ourselves when there's nothing left to suck on.

(i was hungry. i couldn't help myself.)

in ways imperceptible, i have ruined you.

(my angry blight is your naked stain.)

when you still feel the ghost of my bite in your throat, you'll close your eyes as if you're there again.

(i'm with you for as long as your scars will hold me.)

oh, how cowardly the cruel can be! i hate to think of your face; smiling kindly, holding my hand.

(my only regret was ever setting eyes on you in the first place.)

another world, another time—a paradise where we were different enough to love each other.

(it makes me laugh, it truly does!)

perhaps i am content with destroying you in my mind.

(i hope it's not forever, but forever tends to favor the foolish.)

i can only hope you destroy me in your mind, too

(those twisted like you would call that love, anyway.)

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she looks to her lover, sleeping as soundly as can be. she purses her lips for a moment, gliding battered fingers onto the sleeping’s wrist, finally threading through her own. 

she smiles a small smile; solemn and relieved.

“hell didn’t want me,” she remembers how her beloved thrust it out with such bravado; with the rebuilt pillars of grace and elegance she sat poised upon. she said it often, pride glimmering in her pink contacts.

she remembers, though, how behind that pink, there was a deep, beautiful brown filled with such despair. it pained her, to see the light of their life dim in such a way. they both felt useless, helpless, frustrated... afraid.

they were both so, so afraid.

they remembered how they cried into the crook of her lover’s neck, claiming that everything was hurting them when asked. they remember the glide of her fingers, now just as battered as hers, running up and down the tired and aching muscles of her arm.

they smile a small smile; solemn and relieved as they see the glint of an engagement ring around her finger.

maybe her worrying would never stop. maybe that meant she truly loved her... that she loved cleo. she shuts her remaining eye and sighs.

hell didn’t want her, and for that, seven was truly thankful.

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the stench of death clings to you.

scars on your face that you lick and scars on your hands that you pick are dirty with the lives that you spoiled and stole.

you wonder if someone as battered as you are has that same stench.

you wonder if they will come for you next.

you hope that they will come for you next.

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