Wednesday September 17, 2014
Thursday, April 12, 2012 |
by: morgra11...and so I drew the filet knife to my leg, salacious for the glorious pain and voluptuous, scarlet, flowing blood. Not two seconds after the deed had been done and knife safely stored away, my dad came into the house. Luckily, I was able to sneak up the stairs with the greatest of silence into the shower. The first action performed while in the bathroom was of course, locking the door behi...
I feel death’s icy grip around my neck slowly tighten and I hear myself screaming in agony, resentment, and happiness.
this is the most ghastly way to say: I choked on an ice cube