May 122013
 

Hit her harder. 

She can’t even feel that.

I can tell how she’s reacting. Everyone can tell.

“Beat her ass.” It was more of a hiss than a whisper.

I stepped in. The air was thick the first time I hit her.

She was up there for a reason, in that position.

Her head rolled back after the second strike.

She moaned.

I hit her harder.

And I liked it.

Apr 302013
 

I like your pale skin. I want to sting it. I want it to spill little strips of lava , maybe rub some in. Oh, and I want you cry. Just let me have a little bit of it. Just let me hurt you a little. Cry for me. I want tears. They just tickle me to death. Make me grin.

It’s Christmas morning and I’m like a kid just a little too old for Santa, but with no parental conformation that he doesn’t exist. I don’t really know where this came from, but I like it.