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TW: MENTIONS OF BL00D, s3x &self-h@rm
no structure, just my random lore 😭
no structure, just my random lore 😭
She was content
but unhappy
Like a fly
contained within the glass walls
of a pill bottle
with a few nail holes
drilled into the lid for breathing .
Like a dying bug
slamming against those walls ,
desperate for an escape ,
she twitched in bed
instead of waking up in the morning ,
willing herself to break free
of sleep's deathly prison .
I know I l o v e her .
I just cannot prove it .
Her mind was a complex maze-like riddle
and the mere sight of her scarred body brought tears to my eyes
when I stared for too long .
Who was this girl ?
This girl
who cut herself every odd week and bared her nakedness to the moonlight at night and
seized in bed every morning and brushed her pheromone tails with a long
steel fine-tooth comb .
h o t o k e .
That was who she was .
Today
she stared the same way she stared every day .
I wanted to help her
I want to eat her
I want to rip her to bits and
make her feel love and
stab her stab her stab her .
die, hotoke
Kill her with her steel comb .
Or her carving knife .
right, hotoke ?
she is making me insane too .
that hotoke
She talks softly and
smiles when she hurts herself or
when I come home and
find her naked body drenched in red wine
B L O O D
when i get home .
to hotoke
i n s a n e .
that thing is insane .
hotoke
ilovehertodeathilovehersobad .
i talk with her
each night in a narrow attempt to make her feel
n o r m a l .
why, hotoke
she just screams .
b l o o d c u r d l i n g .
why, hotoke
i am screaming .
she is screaming .
we scream together because
we are just
lost .
in each other .
that hotoke
my body
her body
why does it feel okay ?
hotoke
she o p e n s .
stop giving yourself to me .
her legs are still open .
she's wailing .
a fox's howl .
dripping .
it must be B L O O D .
" a l l m i n e "
she says .
i cannot move .
a choked gasp .
was it me or her .
or that ?
im eating again .
her legs are spread
the perfume is intoxicating.
the taste is frightening because
it is good.
hotoke
im scared.
she is shaking
thank you
she says my name
i cover her mouth
because when she does
i have d r e a m s .
about hotoke
she misses me
she wants me
she loves me
well i don't
hotoke
nine tails
nine tails
she is stranguling
me with nine tails
of hotoke
my eyes are red
so is the wine
and the B L O O D .
when she hurts
when she screams
i need more
of hotoke
i am drunken
on her
hotoke
i am just like you
torn and invisible
i am aghast
" you have changed "
they tell me
they like it
the voices
there are nine voices
o
verlapping
like the nine tails
of hotoke
will i escape her ?
i don't know
what i know
is that
one of us will die here
and it won't be
hotoke
but unhappy
Like a fly
contained within the glass walls
of a pill bottle
with a few nail holes
drilled into the lid for breathing .
Like a dying bug
slamming against those walls ,
desperate for an escape ,
she twitched in bed
instead of waking up in the morning ,
willing herself to break free
of sleep's deathly prison .
I know I l o v e her .
I just cannot prove it .
Her mind was a complex maze-like riddle
and the mere sight of her scarred body brought tears to my eyes
when I stared for too long .
Who was this girl ?
This girl
who cut herself every odd week and bared her nakedness to the moonlight at night and
seized in bed every morning and brushed her pheromone tails with a long
steel fine-tooth comb .
h o t o k e .
That was who she was .
Today
she stared the same way she stared every day .
I wanted to help her
I want to eat her
I want to rip her to bits and
make her feel love and
stab her stab her stab her .
die, hotoke
Kill her with her steel comb .
Or her carving knife .
right, hotoke ?
she is making me insane too .
that hotoke
She talks softly and
smiles when she hurts herself or
when I come home and
find her naked body drenched in red wine
B L O O D
when i get home .
to hotoke
i n s a n e .
that thing is insane .
hotoke
ilovehertodeathilovehersobad .
i talk with her
each night in a narrow attempt to make her feel
n o r m a l .
why, hotoke
she just screams .
b l o o d c u r d l i n g .
why, hotoke
i am screaming .
she is screaming .
we scream together because
we are just
lost .
in each other .
that hotoke
my body
her body
why does it feel okay ?
hotoke
she o p e n s .
stop giving yourself to me .
her legs are still open .
she's wailing .
a fox's howl .
dripping .
it must be B L O O D .
" a l l m i n e "
she says .
i cannot move .
a choked gasp .
was it me or her .
or that ?
im eating again .
her legs are spread
the perfume is intoxicating.
the taste is frightening because
it is good.
hotoke
im scared.
she is shaking
thank you
she says my name
i cover her mouth
because when she does
i have d r e a m s .
about hotoke
she misses me
she wants me
she loves me
well i don't
hotoke
nine tails
nine tails
she is stranguling
me with nine tails
of hotoke
my eyes are red
so is the wine
and the B L O O D .
when she hurts
when she screams
i need more
of hotoke
i am drunken
on her
hotoke
i am just like you
torn and invisible
i am aghast
" you have changed "
they tell me
they like it
the voices
there are nine voices
o
verlapping
like the nine tails
of hotoke
will i escape her ?
i don't know
what i know
is that
one of us will die here
and it won't be
hotoke