Dancing with mannequins,
cuddling with centipedes--
wanting to rip off her skin;
yet curling into the touch
and shuddering at
every point of contact.
The girl cries tears for
the pure purpose of feeling them trace
their mesmerising paths
down her face;
streaming like blood, like ink,
or like fingers stroking her cheek.
Feather-light brushes
causing jolts of electricity and yielding soft shudders;
dug-in nails
triggering gasps and branding half-moon marks;
tangled fingers
sending shivers and inducing long-lasting tingling.
Alas, she laments--
into a room filled with emptiness and cold--
these touches will always be
her own, and never another's
skin grazing against hers;
filled with warmth and home.
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drabbles
Short Storybasically short stories ranging from 1 sentence to like 500 words, feel free to read if you're bored and looking for something to distract yourself :DD i can't find the artist credits for the cover anywhere, so if you know who made this incredible p...
