soon.

iii.

̶ ̶  iii. MY TONGUE SPEAKS IN SINS.

this demon inside of me crawls at the back of my throat. 
he aches for freedom yet i continue to swallow him whole, 
as if i find pleasure every time i feel his screams of agony,
as if i need him to be okay. 

i become selfish as my eyes turn crimson in the seat next to you.
the vacant pit in my stomach falls as we make contact. 
i want you to devour me, leave your teeth marks in my skin
as i whisper your name into silk sheets. 
i want your fingers to dig deep into me, carve me out and
leave me empty on the comfort of your bed. 
stick your fingers down my throat and call me yours,
wrap your hands around my neck, choke me blue,
allow the devil within to
finally find his escape. make me scream so loudly that
 we cause the heavens golden gates to shake vigorously in fear,
Father above banishing us from entering high over the clouds.

make me unforgiving of my sins,
make me do it all over again.