Eradication

by Skyfire   Aug 3, 2025


Burn you out
Burn you out
Can't think
Can't breathe
All I want is air.
Cut you out
Cut you out
The incision wound
is open.
Dig my fingers
Dig my nails
Bleed you out
At last.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Linda

    Ouch. Oh, but removing the foreign irritant. Well worth the pain, a majority of the time. I felt it.

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