I whisper into her ear. Her head still on the pillow. Beeg.com Her lips, parted, remain full, soft, damp. And Him, on her, kissing her, pushing into her, lying to her. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. I can barely hear. I pass my hand, my wounded hand, through her face. She stares. I want her to know. The me He made me. I smile. She cannot stop herself from staring. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. Behind her hooded eyes her pupils widen. Staring at me as I arch my body over her. She is whispering my name, Again and again and again. I will never leave her. She should know me. Staring at
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