Internal Disaster.

remembering when we were young we never thought to think of what was to come. never caring what was beyond the sandbox. jumping rope and throwing rocks. it's funny how you've come to fuck me. somehow i don't mind it. take me. corrupt me. about as good for me as a blister peeling. about as painful as these stab wounds never healing. dripping and bleeding licking these lacerations looking into my eyes leading me under the full moon i get nothing from these feedings. blasting the music you spread through me like a cancer. infected and oozing i forgot to answer; i didn't state what mattered. there's no compensation not enough. it was slightly strenuous but i caught your bluff. love michelle.