i miss u mrs manale.

constant beating. uncontrollable and relentless. bringing with it the ripping apart of the face, forcing the breath just out of reach.

sense of longing and desire of aversion lay in the same bed.

tearing the path from within to streak the skin.

clutching skin and contorting body

relentless waves flowing over and atop one another.

release. release. release.

but it never ends