soft red lines streak index, major, and ring. tracks that give under quick heat. blood pearls on the thick scores. feel me? the sky wraps around the building. she, voluptuous, curls in, billows. whispers, demands. come closer. the rust on the drainpipes and chimney tops itches, grates against itself. spreads.
just try and drag me down. i will fight and fight, i will struggle and writhe, i will batter myself senselessly against magnet light. you! impostor! prick away, end.
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