Fight flight fawn fuck

Fictional

I was lying drunk red in the face on the cold hard in the alley when you found me death in my hand

You said baby, do

you want to come with me? I have food

and water come with me?

I was awake forever and I woke up 2 weeks later in a dark dark room

He said baby, do

you feel good with me? I want you

I want you

I was awake the whole time but in my head I was asleep and I woke up 2 hours later cash in my hand

The taste in my mouth God I couldn’t even taste it I couldn’t feel it any more inside me than out

Nothing nothing nothing

They all wanted me nothing

They liked the feeling of making me feel like I was nothing

In that dark room I was smoke

I was covered in fur

A ghost that you can touch. You can touch me if you want!

I don’t bite! I don’t bite! I was covered fur

I was covered in bruises who cares who cares I don’t even feel it anymore any more no more nomore

Your hands on me knuckles on my skin where you put their hands on me their hands soft and hard they hit me and you let them and you want it and you hit me and they let you but every night they tell me they love me? It’s a lie it’s a lie I’m not a lapdog I’m sexy! I’m a dead-faced corpse and there you are with your slinking heartbeat and your dark sunglasses and your knuckles and your pills and your food and your water and whiskey and wine and beds and worms and living corpses and I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead

I was crying drunk red in the face when they found you cold hard on the rug with your death in my hand