Work Text:
“You don’t really get over anything,”
you told me.
”You just replace it with worse trauma.”
Traumatize me, darling.
Let me close my hand around your own
as you twist the blade inside me.
Let me stain your lips
as I cough up blood.
Let me breathe you in
as I choke on my heart.
Kill me slowly;
let me savor it.
