he howled his spit combined with mucus,
blood and delightful regret
scratching his uneven cut nails
into
her cold back
begging
and
pleading
to wake up
;
Who's Maria?
You already fucked up the first chapter, William.
Oh, I'm sorry. What am I to do for your forgiveness?
Cut your index and feed it to Cerberus.
Verstanden, meine Frau.
Deine Vernichtung, bitte.
YOU ARE READING
I spit mental disorders in my free time || poetry and prose
Randomstarted gathering pieces of my traumatised selves while playing the therapist
