primal;

April 7th, 2013 · 0 comments

slip in the small hours from the bed you share with breath and flesh and fur; move barefoot through these darkened rooms, nude and sudden, a small hot animal all tangles and teeth and claws. stand before your mother’s ancient mirror and scratch his name from your throat like an obscenity; ferine; guttural. something low and hard in the belly.

’cause, sugar, it don’t heal until it bleeds.

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