Assignment 6
Bread Your freckles speckled all across, your soft skin that makes it feel like Touching cats or clouds or cotton candy, a Warm sensation. it feels alive. Although your being is filled with endless holes, endless suffering, You feel alive. living, breathing. Mindless lingering. An existence that seemed worthwhile until it wasn’t any longer. Now your golden complexion turns Black. You’ve become a stone, no longer the same, just a Silhouette of the person you were before. As these thoughts loiter through my mind, I wonder. How can I care for you, treasure you, Respect you, When I Tear you apart only to Break you and Consume you as a whole. Devouring, torturing, Murdering you.
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