things. i should never. say.
2003-04-02, 11:02 p.m.
to see her hair shatter in a shower of sparks
against a pillow filled with silent screams
and secret dreams.
to feel my lips drip her name down the nape
of her neck onto a clavicle.
my bite. marks fresh there.
hands grasping wrists.
knees contorting thighs.
contusions and confusion
and.
oh.
the madness. of.
the 10 of us there.
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