HOWLING DOGS SWEEPS THE IGF
i’m gonna get creamed
Fragile tenderness between two people sharing their feelings
holy delirium
lingering dread from lifetime of abuse
joy at successfully having basic conversations and interactions with people
despair of being too dehydrated to move
lip-biting tic-inducing eye-rolling deep lust
crying from orgasm
i’m dripping with it
me: “I want to be buried in the sky, on some pillar, where the birds can tear away at my entrails.” my little sister: “okay let’s do it”
the last traces of watching out for not stepping on my dead cat has almost gone from my feet but i felt the tinge of it last night
just chewed a strip of flesh off my finger that was a little bit bigger than i intended
now i ate it
fingerbleeding good