I ramble. You read.
SHOW ME
I wish I could see what you see; see what you saw.
I want to see what you wish you could un-see; how deliciously defiling would it be?
Show me the good times, the bad times -especially the bad times- my pretty.
My mouth waters at the thought of your eyes brimming with tears.
I lick my lips at the thoughts of your eyes widened in horror.
Tell me! Show me!
I want to revel in the horror your eyes have feasted on.
Can I peel them back? Peel your eyes back and stare into them, I mean?
The eyes are windows to the soul.
I want to break your windows without a care in the world and crawl in like a thief.
Desecrate all you hold sacred; bring to light all you clench down tightly in the darkness.
I want to know what you had known; what you wish you didn’t know.
Don’t spare me, tell it all!
Can I lick your eyeballs?
Maybe…just maybe I could taste your memories.
I want to know.
I need to know.
Show me!
I do not care if remembering would break you down.
I do not care if it makes you scarred.
I do not care if remembering would DRIVE YOU MAD!
Or me mad?
Aren’t we all mad?
TELL ME!
SHOW ME!
Such a perv. SMH.
You are a remarkable writer. I like that the pattern of wrtiting was not distorted either way you looked at it; from up to down or otherwise. You should write much more beyond blogs.
You are a remarkable writer. I like the way the writing pattern was not distorted either way you looked at it; from up to down or otherwise. You’re in need of a shrink though. Nice piece.
hahaha. perv. you will be forming evil girl abi? issokay, when you wake up and see three demons on your dresser, you wee know!
can you come and lick my eyeballs? 😀
You had to infect an otherwise romantic piece with your horror *sigh*
Lick your eyeball???? Lol. Dis is funny n scary