| �i left you long ago,� she said �
but her words fell into needy darkness coiling deaf and dangerously blind around her breath. �it�s over, let me go,� she said into its silence and shivered at the coldness of invasive greed as it sought a point of entry, jagged blade against herskin, aching for her womb to spill pure heat into strangled air that reeked with sick persuasion and the lies that only it believed but still she felt that pressing blade, close to dragging blood and breath through broken open flesh towards the edge of primal self-destruction, �show me love,� it said. |
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| darkness moved in growing need, moaning its
abandonment by light and begging for reprieve, reacceptance by the tortured womb that spat it out, having failed to kill it in the judgement chamber when the sin of execution had proved too great a burden for her soul, �give me strength� she said. |