Spring is on the wayThe trees shake off the lingering chillThe emerging sun is warming my cold bonesSlowly but surelyFire is filling my veinsHeating m..
I want to be stabbedA knife thrust into my gutOnly once or twice, no need to worryA different kind of penetrationWill it feel different?Hurt more or l..
I have never been hungrier than I am nowAt 22 I am starved and feralI felt the first pangs of hunger when I was 12Tiny groans in the pit of my stomach..