He had no idea. In that one day I walked towards him, I set foot on my next prey.
His smell that reeks innocent goodness aggressively numbing my senses, in a manner I've never felt before.
This ungodly hunger, the thought of thousand things I can do to hurt him. I want, to slowly, passionately rip his skin respectfully tear every part of him, bathe in his blood for my youth and lay him on the fire of my vindication.
Like a psychopath's frenzy The detail of his misery imbued in my mind.
For he was the chosen retribution, Too fine for my own personal salvation.
Under these sheets, you were hovering
tightly around my body.
Burying your head
and smelling the grease in my hair,
lazy arms entwined over my breasts.
All of you pressed against my back
as if I were your muse or lover.
I was more than a stone, good as statue.
These displays weren't all too unfamiliar.
I've traipsed to others' bodies before
Unashamed, unfazed of indignity.
No feelings, for nobody else.
To no one, but my beautiful wretched self
I see myself embraced in lust
or love, I couldn't be sure of. I did not, never cared.
Empty, cold, hollowed with my self-damnation.
Not even for lust
Not even for sin.
I watch your eyes
beg for something,
anything.
But
kissing you,
fucking you,
Like grains of rice, she swallowed them. Only the drugs shine in darkness out of fear, anxiety and uncertainty that she had nothing to bear. She burned in the fire of her youth. Many nights she loses it. Exhausted from her innocence, she feasted in frenzy, only with the delusion of love and passion. The drugs burn her head every time nauseous and scared, anxiously waiting. He condemns her for being mindless while he sits in alcohol, inhaling his woman's fume. So she swallowed more after hours of taking four. Google says so, she thought. She calls him up for comfort, only to be damned once more. One day, she starts to bleed a kind of wound she’d been wanting to have countless times. Soon, her worries wane. I thought she saved herself.
But to my dismay, I saw her in a nearby drugstore. Only with the thought that she had lost it again.
*EC- emergency contraception (EC), refers to birth control measures that, if taken after sexual intercourse, may prevent pregnancy.
He had no idea. In that one day I walked towards him, I set foot on my next prey.
His smell that reeks innocent goodness aggressively numbing my senses, in a manner I've never felt before.
This ungodly hunger, the thought of thousand things I can do to hurt him. I want, to slowly, passionately rip his skin respectfully tear every part of him, bathe in his blood for my youth and lay him on the fire of my vindication.
Like a psychopath's frenzy The detail of his misery imbued in my mind.
For he was the chosen retribution, Too fine for my own personal salvation.
Under these sheets, you were hovering
tightly around my body.
Burying your head
and smelling the grease in my hair,
lazy arms entwined over my breasts.
All of you pressed against my back
as if I were your muse or lover.
I was more than a stone, good as statue.
These displays weren't all too unfamiliar.
I've traipsed to others' bodies before
Unashamed, unfazed of indignity.
No feelings, for nobody else.
To no one, but my beautiful wretched self
I see myself embraced in lust
or love, I couldn't be sure of. I did not, never cared.
Empty, cold, hollowed with my self-damnation.
Not even for lust
Not even for sin.
I watch your eyes
beg for something,
anything.
But
kissing you,
fucking you,
Like grains of rice, she swallowed them. Only the drugs shine in darkness out of fear, anxiety and uncertainty that she had nothing to bear. She burned in the fire of her youth. Many nights she loses it. Exhausted from her innocence, she feasted in frenzy, only with the delusion of love and passion. The drugs burn her head every time nauseous and scared, anxiously waiting. He condemns her for being mindless while he sits in alcohol, inhaling his woman's fume. So she swallowed more after hours of taking four. Google says so, she thought. She calls him up for comfort, only to be damned once more. One day, she starts to bleed a kind of wound she’d been wanting to have countless times. Soon, her worries wane. I thought she saved herself.
But to my dismay, I saw her in a nearby drugstore. Only with the thought that she had lost it again.
*EC- emergency contraception (EC), refers to birth control measures that, if taken after sexual intercourse, may prevent pregnancy.
I'm Gixx. I started this blog two years ago when I tried to go about my insanity through documenting my musings in the night. I am now 21, graduate, again studying in law school, and I am still floating and fleeting from my existence and unconventional personality and way of living.
I maintain at least five websites but this is where I write about anything random. I read a lot of books. I love travel and I'm a sucker for zeal and wisdom.
I like to take risks. And that's where I learn. Then I write.
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