Tightened flesh, grinding teeth, and forever pierced eyes...the smell of a worn out scarred body, the voice of the shivering victim, and the withering away of the scratched identity. An identity so sweet that the sun turned it sour when its malvolent rays graced the beauty of its face. Watering white ways across the sky, milky hallucinations signaling the return of more than we would expect. Shattering beneath our two bodies in an ecstasy turmoil, crumbling away in pleasure so strong that it makes us quiver in our bones, creeping into our minds. Overripened and rotten from the inside out, I sit in the cold dripping basement of your derranged scars, haunting the beauty of the ocean's visual pleasures, turning it into what I am...a faceless image that you happily put away in your keepsake closet.

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