birds

when the cold seeps in

my wicked darling, remove that devilish smile it does you no good to ask too many questions i cannot be held responsible when the answer destroys your soul resist the call of the red, the blood, those blissful moments when truth blends with fantasy whose to say which of us is real? me, or you? […]

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the bloody bird

birds / Kaitlyn Ash

you peel me raw, opening my wounds until my blood drains. and you smile. so i let you continue. the pain. the torture. the lush agony of an erotic release. i endure it because it is what i, too, want. crave. insatiable hunger mixed with vulnerability. it’s all yours. it’s always been. the skin, gone,

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