While
you will be drinking from the crystal glass of my breasts,
do not forget to allow yourself to be breastfed by the last drop
of the only truth ever the feelings I have, arose..
do not forget to allow yourself to be breastfed by the last drop
of the only truth ever the feelings I have, arose..
“
Listen. I am so tired of
writing for you..
of wanting you
to read me
or
to be happy from a distance.
I
got tired of pretending that I do not care…
Of
pretending that you forgot me and I know it…
Neither
you did, nor you ever will!
You
have already figured that out,
but it is time for you to whisper it to me too..
Do it smoothly to my neck.. low…
at the part where you had kissed me goodbye
before
you killed me..
Do you remember?
At
the part where you smelt me and decided
that you will make my flesh and blood
yours for ever…
Make
my body yours, blooded, sealed
with the burnings of your hesitation…
Let
me tell you a secret…
My neck still anticipates eagerly one of your bites…
The
main artery aim!
Make your rusted dream
become red again..
Do
you remember?”
But
of course you do… and you are still breastfeeding…
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