Come... Move into my Chest

💬 I want my body to be her body, and inside her body, and for my skin to be her skin, and for me to be trapped under it, and slowly dissolving into her, and pulsating along with the beat of her heart, and I want her to grab me and shake me and say you're mine, you're my own, we are one in the same, come move into my chest, come rearrange what’s left inside of me, I breathe for you so let me do it on your terms. Take my heart, take it, I’m afraid of it. Replace it with something easier to understand. Maybe a fist. Maybe a stone. Etch your name into me. Be my soul, my hunger, my scream of longing. I don’t know what to do anymore, my love. I can’t take this hurt, this violence, this anger any longer. You’ll eat me alive and I’ll let you because being a meal will absolve me of this guilt. Maybe my saviour is my executioner. Maybe my beginning with you was always meant to be my end.