when we make love the force of you feels like
a wrecking ball shattering me cracking ribs
they splinter and everything about me tears you
taste blood but i can feel it all my walls crumble
everything goes black but i don't know if it's
the moment or if it's my unwillingness to be a part
of it and my desire not to hear him berate me for it.
Author notes
Beh. It's not good.
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Comments
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I thought it was good. I was particularly impressed with its organized but, in a way, run-on styling. Shibby


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it's short compared to your norm but still good.


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but i don't know if it's
the moment or if it's my unwillingness to be a part
of it and my desire not to hear him berate me for it.
-Ooh, i love this bit. This is good!


