first draft was a true vent—a 5 minute stream of consciousness; edited it focuses on one core metaphor <3
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i swear to god if you don't hurt me, i'm going to call the cops. hope they shove me to the ground and crush my head against the blacktop with a steel-toed crunch 'til gravel grinds up my cheek and mixes with the blood. it'd be easier to understand than your eyes. easier to ask for than gentleness. & skin on skin is skin on skin when it comes down to it. see: if you're wanted enough someone will break every bone so you can't run. I crave love but I don't think this is it. if you want to keep me, why aren't I bleeding???
