Ode to My Lover

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Smiling, grinning, laughing with its shiny bright edges of promises.

It beckons me.  Come taste the pain and joy that I bring.

Let me devour your sins.

You know what to do you it smirks.

Pick me up and cut yourself up.

Like a dog in heat, I willingly do as it demands.

I pick up the blade and slide it hard against my dead porcelain skin.

I can’t wait for the warmth of the blood sliding down my leg

I let out a deep sigh as my skin turns pink around the edges and blood oozes forth then becomes a red river cascading down my leg.

I have never known such happiness.

The blade is my lover and I am its slave.

I open up to its glory like a red rose blossoming.

I am in love.

My breath increases and I feel a burning in my groin. I cut some more

So much pain and happiness

I don’t want this beautiful ecstasy to ever end.

I feel I am going to explode.

I cut even deeper leaving long red bloody trails.

My heaven has come forth.

I drop the blade and let the sins be washed away.

 

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