sorry, but if you start getting into your feelings now, my claws only want to dig into you deeper. say uncle? :3
i heard something from you. you said,
"i am necessary"
none of your usual proper punctuation, none of your barriers. just the raw vulnerable statement stemming from the obvious hurt in your being.
poor guy. you may just be the next flesh ragdoll.
i'd love to see your hurt. the true depth of a being... the "psychological intensity" you speak of. you'll be blessed with it. you're blessed with it. so don't stop now. i can feel it around you. we'll dance in its fumes and watch your death fairies' eyes turn up and white. your angel's wings will start to flake into ash and disappear into fine, white particles. (they were fake anyway. the soft, delicate material was only a thin layer of burnt plastic from the wasteland. did you think you were protected?)
maybe then you'll start crying, too. i sense that soft, squishy side in you... that's too bad. i'll wrap a finger around a precious, wet fold of tissue inside your cavity that will light up so many nerves in your brain, your tears will dry right up. then everyone will know who you are. you'll be a star. melt into it. you'll bloom a sweet white flower from your rotting heritage.
