breath quickens the knife into wet flesh, hear the sound breaking through, crimson drops of life emerging from torn skin.
fingertips, tongues, lips, teeth, thumbs... frantic in search... lost in liquid, smell, sound, sweat, shit, tears, come, guilt, desire, shadows battling on black sky, silence mounting, hope dying, birthing dreams, pulling, scratching, shaking,
waiting waiting quickly pulling... holding with tense muscles... in the distance, a rumble a blast goes off , thrusting us apart, back into ourselves screaming, shivering, soaking... newly born the blue walls fade away leaving just the sent, lingering in breath i find myself standing in the cloudy fog that always lingers after fireworks
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