: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇.

death by your devoted blade, i am sanctified. and i think——i am truly adored, as my fingers slip and struggle with your god-given right of a gift, my ichor weeping.

This dance is one i will waltz in my obsessive promise, carving itself upon my goddamn heart; to love you enough, that you’ll become a part of me——and i, you. We’ll be together forever, and 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹. Bones fused, skin seeping. ♡

Bloody and ritualistic in promises.

Make me ache in vile ways——rip me apart, see to it that i am the shape of your abhorrence. I will wear the marks of your decay, so, so well with my gums bleeding.

There’s ritualistic slaughter in being a woman, femur to cranium——vein to an aorta; we bleed endlessly and forever, in regret of our mother.

You have ruined me. You have ruined me with your eyes looking so 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕; i may find god again, sweet one. && oh but, i still want to 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑴 you, love.

I don’t think you understand. The veins tangled in your body, was always mine to string from the ceiling and dine upon. I’ll feel for your ruin, here, now, forever in sickening adoration.

This is the age where your slaughter rest in my hands. I will see you on your knees, lips trilling my name as i kiss away your hatred———you are my hoard. I will have you all bleeding, and yearning still. Such a 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 you are.

My adoration is this: twisted and wintery. You will find no warmth here in this cold hell. I will make you cry, and dine upon your tears as blood of christ. Wine to salt, you are mine.

I don’t want your fucking sympathy——only you on your knees, obedient, no longer denying the truth that 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓.

Teach me how the marrow of my bone was woven for you, my limbs all languishing——is yours. Every inch of me is yours. Teach me what is holy.

To love a monster is to become one; all hungry and wanting. You see, only a beast could love a nightmare, to frolic between their legs with rolling hips.

This famine, this starvation, i’ve found its cure. You are my weakness. Your flesh made for my maw——let me feast, let me feed this addiction to your blight. I like to choke on poison. It is sweet, sweeter than your hands around my throat.

I abhor you, i abhor the warmth of your dreaded breath upon my neck——i hate your melody of godhood. You will not be more than a rat, darling.

Baby, blood is a lubricant, too! Bleed for me sweetheart.

Don’t you understand? i can’t be tamed. I’d sooner break my body upon these rocks, to shatter my spine rather than to bend to you——to let you feel how holy my flames are. You are not worthy of my fever.

Give it to me! good gods, give it to me! i want the nightmare, the agonies of your adoration. I want you to love me, even if it paints my skin in bruises and the shape of your teeth. I love you: this means, torment me, my love.

He’s her butcher, cruel and promises only vile obsession. She will forgive him, tooth by tooth, tasteful ceremony in her forage for his gore——meaning in exposed muscles, slaughtered by savage teeth.

See how i bruise my knees for my new god. There is no other i would ask to part my lips, to tattoo a clever tongue with a finger yearning to find the back of a throat. I’d die for this.

Time is mine to erase.