| Suffocate He toys with the word, feels it jump around in his mouth, and then wonders at the role-reversal. What will she think? What will she do? He begins to let it out, he hears her gasp-- oh no, he's scaring her away-- she's gone inside her hole. Too early, too young, too much, too strong. She can't take it, she wishes she didn't know. Any passion confuses, the slightest bit creates cataracts. What he has done has blinded her forever, she has become a muttering pile of fear. He betrayed her with these words, he thought she was not so weak. He ruined her mind and killed her spirit, all because he thought he cared. Where is the indifference? Where is the ignoring? They are normal, safe, expected. They comfort where passion murders. Passion destroys the imagination; it has destroyed her dreamworld by bringing it to life. |
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