the urge
In my thoughts, my hands are big enough to go around you. One single hand can reach around your entire body.In my dark thoughts, I reach my giant hand around you, holding you tight enough to feel you filling with air and exhaling again. Tight enough to feel your pulse. Tight enough to let you know that I am there, and that I am stronger.
In my deep dark thoughts, my giant hand goes around you, holds you tight and stays there. I hold you tight for so long that your impatience to have me gone turns to fidgeting, then frantic twists and turns, but I am stronger. I hold you tight for so long that you once again become calm. Lulled into thinking that I am a Big Friendly Giant. When you acquiesce to my tight grip, I begin to despise you for giving up so easily.
In my deep dark bloody thoughts, my giant hand holds you until I can no longer feel your breathing, until there is no more pulse. Until your skin starts to burst with the pressure I am exerting. I open my giant hand and there you are, limp and broken.
posted by Reen Dog @ 12:06 p.m.
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