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Eat the pain. 27/4/16

Love to destroy?

So easy on paper,

one word,


three words,

it is over. 


If you have time,

tell me a story,

whisper it to me,

straight into my brain.

Send those poison darts

searing into my consciousness.

Let fly those barbs,

hook them into my heart,

use them

to tear out my soul.

Tell me how I hurt you,

describe your unique

and beautiful agony for me.

Draw a circle around it in chalk,

and we will dance, chanting,

wildly flailing limbs

worshipping that glorious, noxious pain. 

Wrap it up and tie it with a bow.

And give it to me.

As a gift. 




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