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luxuriant and rich.
I want to show him hell.
I'm excited for you. I'm so excited for you.
can you picture the tone of my voice? do you imagine a whisper? do you think I croon?
can you see my lips wrap around the message?
how would you watch them, would it be tightly, unblinking and hungry for every detail?
would you cage me in your memory, would you replay me like your favorite movie?
would you content with the sound I was making, would you believe there was any part of me that could rob you off me?
can you guess if my hand shook writing this?
can you guess where it was before? do you want to guess it wrapped around something first, desperate with the agony of our separation, and I moaned something too much like your name?
can you imagine how I sit writing this here?
I will never
so I made him look more like the fucking filth he was
I stared at them so viciously but at once felt I was giving them the attention that wasn't theirs. do you insist on distance? can I talk to you then? I feel like I have been leaving you horrible exhibits of my love
is it fucking twisted?
no me unless you're in me, around me, seated inside my figure
are you excited for the taboo?
do you tremble?
do you sit back with that shocking, bitter awareness life fucked us so well...
we'll fuck each other?
I pray you're cruel, brother
I do thank you for your gifts and have sent you a few in turn.
The dagger is ancient, Tibetan in origin, found long centuries ago while I was there, working for Devil.
Your letter opener is far too dull.
The eye, is my own. It's spelled to allow me to see through it at will, so place it wherever you wish.
Lastly, if you'll look to the very blank left wall. I must confess, this is out of my usual realm of expertise and I assure you, this is the only one in existence. Painted of my own vitae. It is also spelled, warm upon contact it will also hold the same faint beating of my own heart.
It has been far too long since last we spoke, please accept these as tokens of my own acceptance--
I am ready, when you are.