i would really love it -
could you please just -
please just use those fingernails and claw your way through my flesh and my ribcage. like a bone saw open my abdominal cavity and render me more naked than i have ever been. flay the flesh from my bones, reduce me to some of my parts, the sum of my parts.
sink your nails into the tender cells of my heart and tear until you hear the sound of my resignation gasping out through flat-ironed lungs. take a lick and taste the way i feel at the bloodiest fucking part of my body. do i taste cavernous, baby, like a vast wasteland of concrete? do i taste like the filthy ashtray of your regret? with this conglomerate of cancerous cells coagulating into catatonic apathy to coat your tongue with disdain and a thin film of of twisted desire,
could you really
get on with it.