Your bones

February 9, 2016

I want to strip you to your bones.

Suck from you the marrow which gives you life.

Press the lungs that fill you.

Burst the veins that marionette you.

I want to fit myself into your skin.

I want to become one with you in any way I can.

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jmwtheravenFeb 9, 2016

<p>Short, cruel, and to the point.</p>