Against the cold grey wall of the street alley, I am
sentenced. Brutal cold eyes, ripping my flesh open, tugging
my bones out of their place and breaking them in half as if
they were sick hollow branches.

And although I was never the vicious one, tonight he makes
me feel guilty.

Massive flood of blood rushes up my heart; it reaches up my
throat and I already taste blood, but I will still not allow
myself to move. Torn and corrupted by white fangs that
devour me alive, I wish he will go, but even so, I will
still follow, forced by his cold blue eyes and grimy black
charm.
Sentenced and fed by the poison of his rough angry words,
tonight I still take it with legs parted and lips bare,
ready, anxious for him. My demise is left to be ignored in
the darkness of the night, in the darkness of his cold
mouth.

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