| Communion: the act of sharing. Intimate association and
confidence. Tell me about the pain, my friend. It is
only a sharp small sting, smooth. Skin cuts like silk,
like butter. Sharp silver sinking in, sliver-like trails
of red.
Oh yeah, baby, just like that.
Down, not across. You know we do not want to consummate
this union. Not tonight, sweet silver. Across, not
down. Tonight let's stick to the feel of it. Here, let's taste your bite.
I swear you could become my new religion. You could become my new obsession. Yes, my new oblivion. Yes Yes I think
this is it. Yes Yes take me to deep parts of oblivion. Yes Yes Yes Please!
Slow, silent, silver. Sliver-like trails of red. You
understand.
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