My lungs burn. Bursting. I can’t stop now.Pound the earth. Left right left right left right.
If I stop now I’ll die.
Inside. Clothes off. Shower.
Soap suds heavy on my legs. Razor scraping blunt on my cheek. Chin. Throat.
That salty taste on my tongue.
Mine or …
Waves rushed around me, in my ears, my mouth. Stinging my eyes.
She had been so…
Mine. She’d been mine.
For a while.
If I scrub hard enough. Bleed enough. Stop breathing long enough – it’ll end. Won’t it?
We hadn’t meant for this to go as far as this.
Everything stings. Is putrid. Stinks.
Stinks like rotting flesh. Gouged maggot invested.
It’s all inside me – this vile urge to possess.
I can stop it.
I don’t have to do it again.
I want it.
I can’t stop.
Spots dance before my eyes and I twist more.
The sting. The power. The cries.
God it turns me on. I am invincible.
She loves it. She says so.
In that gasping way of hers she begs me to do it.
And I do. Every time I do it until she screams.
My lungs burn. Stabbing pain.
Left right left right left right.
Till it sears.