Bitch

My chest constricts. My heart speeds up. The head I thought I'd never lose is pounding and screaming. My brain is soup. these eyes stay with you. Stare, persue. My muscles ache, the cold seeps in. Flickers of your skin fill my memory. The sof acid burning of your lips tearing my flesh, crying for all my fears I'd lost, I need them now. You've returned.

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