Distasteful Sins
His rigid heart tore into me, my ribs cracking in his mouth like the sound of fireworks on the fourth of july. he opened me up like a pomegranate and sank his teeth into the outer layer of my skin, absorbing my sins as the taste lingered down his tongue – allowing him to consume me whole. Splatters of red slather across my face, the touch of_____covering my strained eyes – drowning the sight of who I once was.
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