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theres something outside.
its moving, but i cant seem to catch it.
i just know when i look away, it gets closer and closer.
closer. and closer.
it itches at my window.
scratching frantically.
itching itching itching.
my window bleeds.
all i see is red.
red and brown, gluttonous and greedy.
devouring purity.
it rots. leaking. slowly.
its vulgar and shameless.
the window is gone.
freedom is gone. was. been.
theres no escape.
it shatters my reality.
it eats me out. vile and unapologetic.
hot and dangerous. sex.
overtaking the intimacy it never saw.
my intimacy.
conscious. and vulnerable.
it eats at my organs. kissing my liver and tearing my teeth
it tickles.
but its already theived my throat.
i choke on its piercing hands as they rape my trachea
vigorously playing with my blood.
toying with my dismantled body.
its fed.
satisfied, it crawls back out.
out the window pane, left demolished.
my body, demolished. my being.
my body, still.
I'm not suffering.
i gave out ages ago.
heaving, gargling on blood.
ages ago.
Im now content.
tranquil, even.
as i begin to decay into my drenched sheets.
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