SLIT my WRISTS
By HereComesThePain
DETERIORATION >
Unsealed was their fate. As they dated their time had no expiration curdled
together both spoiling eachother . . Plastic coverings on one and foiling
the other. Accompanying eachother like two peas in a pod never needing
to understand standing strong as a nod. Inclining gestures of contradictory
affection racing through decomposition slowly losing complexion. Rigormortis...
Emotions now stiff. What a deathly stench.
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ULNAR ART'ERY >
Paralysis.. both arms in both arms motionless wrists entrenched. Nothing
less to lose nothing left to prove. No longer do cares linger in this trench
it's lifeless down here nothing but crisis now here. Succumbed by anguish
and tormenting fears.
Not fear for the pain soon to unleash on my veins nor the acclimation of
my complete alteration. Laceration is the destination. And agony is the
vessel and mode of transportation.
Bound to your grasp motionless.. you slit me open the flow sets in motion
centralization.
My trepidations become real ..... horrific ironically i become the monument
monument...
Monu'mental desolation...
Nonexistent
Author's Note:
Purgatory is withinComments on "SLIT my WRISTS"
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On Sunday, April 2, 2017, darkendomme
(119) wrote:
Deep, like the cut itself. Love can show itself in so many ways....
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On Wednesday, February 15, 2017, cogitative
(88) wrote:
Death by lovers quarrels