delirium_faerie

i have a second interview at this place tomorrow. hopefully i get the job. it's selling art and plays well and they like non corporate tattooed and pierced people! it sounds like my dream job or something. and the people there are really really nice. i have a good feeling about it. i think i'll get it. i'll be sad if i don't . keep your fingers crossed for me!

and now:


i love the way glass breaks. the sound, the edges, the way the sun catches the fragments. the razor dust left behind. she was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen, broken and bleeding in a glittered haze of dust. lying motionless in a womb of twisted metal and shattered glass. dust settled on her body. if i rubbed it, it would tear at her skin with hungry teeth, abraiding and devouring. it would send transparent glitters into her blood. she would sparkle on the inside.

i want to be her, ingest her, wrap her up inside me. she's a pool of cooling blood, a glistening of slick, stained skin. i stroke he softly, careful to not let in the invading hordes of glass. she breathes like snowflakes, gently, deep as snowdrifts. her breaths are even, barely lifting her chest, barely swelling her lungs. she doesn't want me to see.

i smile and kiss her blood sugared lips. she laughs, breaking out of the illusion and wrapping her arms around me, blood smeard breasts painting mine. she kisses me. i want to watch her bleed, make her bleed, make her hurt, make her cry. i bite her lip, her throat, licking sticky trails from her skin. she rakes crimson tracks on mine.

i wish for an open wound i can burrow into and lay my eggs. i want to make her mine, more mine than my own skin. i want to own her, love her, consume her. mine, i begin to trace on her skin. mine. mine. mine.




love and kisses, children.