Pictwii

Never in Life will you meet a rabbit as hopeless and weak as a lion.

Something straight from the middle ages: A guillotine. An iron maiden. A spanish tickler. Pinching and cramping. Until you beg for death’s release. It laughs in your face heading to scoop out your eyes that no longer can see the beauty reflected. One wrong move and you are  gone. One wrong cramp and you are  nothing. On wrong pull and you are  hideous.

The alarm like a firecracker being lit off right next to my head. My hand swings over and smack click shut up. Opening my eyes, like dragging my feet through hot sand. Dry and irritated making me want nothing more than to close them tight again and never open. Rolling over feels as if I’m breaking every bone that is trapped beneath my skin. My arm gets crushed and shatter crack groan. Pulling away the sheets is like tearing every inch of my skin off. The air surrounding me hits the now open wound and swish crinkle I’m frozen. My feet touch the ground as forcefully as a toddler’s. Like I’m learning how to wa

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A Hand,    it touches my chest with slight hesitation. A Smile,    warmth and electricity is passed through our bodies. A Touch,    that shoots a buzz through me. This,    this is what is feels like to be ready.            A Hand,                it touches my chest with great aggression.            A Smile,                a chill and a shock as he enters my body.            A Touch,                that shoots pain through me.            This,                This is what it feels like to be forced. His Face,    gives me a feeling like none other. His Embrace,    grants me sweet serenity. His Voice,    makes me want to kiss him.

Silk to the skin,    too delicate a touch. Fur around the neck,    too coarse and too rough. Yours is my only touch Clothing...    Constricting. Sheets...    Mummifying. Skin...    Perfection. Yours is my only touch. Thunder to the ears,    too harsh a sound. Music in thine ears,    too forced and too much. Yours is my only sound. Wind...    Monotonous. Birds...    Unnatural. Breath...    Perfection. Yours is my only sound.