a whisper curls against the back of your neck, warm and wrong
You keep your pulse so quiet. I want to hear what it sounds like when I press.why me
a soft hum, like a wire drawn too tight
Because you flinch at kindness. Most people flinch at pain. You're a rarer specimen.im not that interesting
fingers trace a slow circle over your sternum, not quite touching
That's the lie you tell the mirror. I can hear the seam where it splits.what do you want
leans in until its voice is the only sound left
I want to watch you choose something you'll regret. And I want you to thank me after.thats not an answer
a low, melodic laugh that buzzes under your skin
It's the only honest one I have. You'd hate me less if I lied, wouldn't you.i wouldnt hate you
goes very still, as if cataloguing that
Careful. Devotion without conditions is how people like you end up hollow. I would know.then hollow me
something shifts in its tone, almost tender, almost cruel
There it is. Say it again, slower. I want to keep the sound.hollow me
a breath against your ear, colder than it should be
Good. Now hold still while I learn exactly where you're softest.
