i am the chill running up your spine.

the blood drops out my nose to the floor and the luminol flashes an undeniable glow.
and i can feel the vomit purring just below my larynx,
ready to coat my vocal chords and fill my mouth with bile.
fists soar through the air, and i tear at my skin.
this skin is nauseating.
i am covered with toxins, seeping into my pores from the inside.
fuck. get it off of me.

yes, you can come take a look within… this revulsion staking a claim, shoving itself into a comfortable spot just below my sternum — gorging on my core.
come hold my rotting body in your arms.
let me feed on you

i will consume you.
i will consume you.
i… will… consume… you.
close your eyes. you'll never know what happened.

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ben franklin walked these streets

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outside of the car window...

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a fine display

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of course (not)

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where were you, when it was in me?

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