annelya

---------- i .. i feel you, breath burning my neck. i hear you, drinking in my scent like a drug. whispers, your whispers, i must acknowledge and accept them as truth. &i tense but you reactimmediately-- white knuckles clenching my throat i feel the warmth of your body so close to my own so close, i can feel your heartbeat . . . . . . i .. can't breathe light is scarce. ---------- you, oh, the way you crumble under my restraint you collapse inside. beneath the rubble, your dirty, dirty heart. and i, no, there is no mercy noescape dried tears and echoes of your screams; yes, you are mine.