roach love

pure, tight flesh that gripped to my bones; no fat whatsoever. long, bony fingers rested atop my sweet, soft palms. shiny black hair perfectly framed my breathtaking face. it was as if i was carved from the most angelic energy discovered in this wretched world. and still, he repulsively gazed upon me as though i were nothing more than some sort of bug. a bug that had been stepped on and still writhed in agony, clinging to the little life it had left.