Cutting open my stomach
Soft gentle hands caress my insides
Exploring my innards
Carefully gliding over each rib
Loosening every nerve
I spill blood
His hands continue to grope, prod, and fondle
Roughly sinking his nails into my heart
Grinding the bone of my spine
Making me twitch and jump
Feeling like my core is going to burst
Splitting the strings
Ripping out my ticking bomb of love
Lost in hysteria
A frenzy of pure delirium
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