I will learn the tastes of all of youAnd I swear we are just barely scraping by. You are nothing but teeth and bones tearing against me and I'm little more then flesh and muscle. Together we could make a whole body but you don't want my emotions and I don't want your mind. So maybe we could just trade parts?I will learn the tastes of all of you by MekaMouse
You make me feel so alone when I sleep. I awake to you screaming against a pillow because the nightmares follow you like a fucking poltergeist. But as I try to awake you, your teeth drag down my arm and the blood is redder then our sheets.
We walk down to the river. My hope is to cleanse the shadows with water. Your hope is that I won't drown. I tell you to stay on the riverbank as I wade in. Soon the water is in my mouth and the taste is like drinking blackness. The water is dirty and defiled with depression that could only be described like the madness Ophelia was lost to.
You walk in so calm and elegant. I wonder who you used to be before the madness took you. I watch you wade lower and lower and so
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Blue MutationThe day had started normally enough, with child after child after child coming into my office. There were contrary children, who would clamp their mouths tightly shut whenever I went into my "Say ahh!" routine. There were painfully shy children, who would hide in the folds of their mothers' skirts and peer out at me like I was a slimy green creature from an alien planet. There were babies who bawled endlessly, their bibs (and their parents) dripping with sick. There were teenagers who were undoubtedly dragged here by their parents, and so detested having to sit on the doctor's tablethey were too old and too cool for that. There were obnoxious children, whiny children, fussy children. If a researcher needed a sample set of all the kinds of children in the world, I'd gladly show them into my office, for them to witness the amazingbut not always pleasantvariety.
I realize that for a person of my profession, I do not love children as much as I should. However, in my own d