whiSSkers

I love these things i wanna have one so bad agh

I’d lay down beside him. I’d caress his face, taste the blood on his lips. I’d press my body against his — especially his thigh, because I need that closeness.

I wanna hump his thigh and fuck him.

Feel he warmth that’s still there or the cold that feels like eternity. Kiss his skin, hold him like he still breathes.

If no one else gives him a burial, I would. If I could preserve him, I would. If I could cuddle up with his body forever, I would.

It’s a connection that goes beyond what people understand. I don’t want just the living — I want the forgotten, the ones no one held onto when they needed it.

I love him in every state — freezing, unconscious, dead. I want to comfort him, use him, care for him. All at once.