bionicfemme

As of now, I leave your memory on the forsaken altar of a very fogotten God.

You told me once, "You'll remember me forever as your first, don't you know that? You can't ever forget me." and I laughed, shaking my head. "No. No, I will forget you. I won't remember you at all. I will remember you as nothing but a bad experience, a mistake I will never repeat. A death."

Today, I realize that I can't much remember anything about your face except maybe the curve of your lip and that your eyes were green, and I only remember one time we spent together at the beach. Even then those images are fading like ancient watercolor pictures produced with thin paint.

You're dead and gone, you've went the way of the plesiasaurs and there isn't a museum to preserve your bones in. If such an institution existed, nobody would ever, ever pay five dollars to come visit you.

Little did you know you created something powerful and beautiful and evil inside me when you did the things you did, when you fucked me so hard against my pleas that I bled afterwards.

My veins run everclear, now. And I have purified my mind with hellfire.