If You Would Have Only Known That I Could Do That With My Tongue, We Would Have Met Much Sooner

grind

What the f**k is this?
F**k!
Vomit.
Ten seconds have become an eternity of possibilities for the ending of this story.
Raping the little dignity that he had for believing you.
For you, I give all that I got to protect him.
Even if this means I am to see you again.

Quickness is the key.
Blunt force and shock value are immensities for a short task.
Two seconds,
say cheese...
At the blink of an eye,
it comes out,
and kisses her face good bye,
out the back of her head.

Hours,
upon hours,
they tried to salvage you.
From seconds of precision,
for minutes of betrayal,
and to a lifetime of sadness.
It will prevail.

I could only imagine what am I to say to you later,
I should dress for the occasion.

I am amongst the rest of you,
having to pull and scrape the s**t that has infiltrated you,
and removing all that is still good to gift to another group.
Since you lost that fight,
I bid you adieu,
and hold tight.

I am a perfectionist at work.