letter from the lost days

Distress (2014) - Jacob Robert Price

[Text]: LUCK. I MEANT LUCK. LUCK AUTOCORRECT.

I finally updated my character page! It’s been much needed and it’s nice and slick now with little blurbs when you hover over the images.

“Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead—-      You are always looking at me      and I am always looking at you.      Ah, you’re too meek—-      beautiful, unspoiled:      thus I’m so sad, I suffer—-      and so happy, it hurts.      I want to hurt you      and destroy myself      What you would think      if you knew how I felt.      Would you simply smile,      not saying a word?      Even curses from your mouth      would be as beautiful as pearls.      I place my left hand on your      face as though we were to kiss.      Then I suddenly shove my thumb      deep into your eyesocket.      Abruptly, decisively,      like drilling a hole.      And what would it feel like?      Like jelly?      Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely      mix it around and around: I must      taste the warmth of your blood.      How would you scream?      Would you shriek “It hurts!      It hurts!” as cinnabar-red tears      stream from your crushed eye?      You can’t know the maddening      hunger I’ve felt in the midst of      our kisses, so many of them      I’ve lost count.      As though drinking in your cries,      I bring my hopes to fruition:      biting your tongue, shredding it,      biting at your lips as if tasting      your lipstick.      Oh, what euphoric heights I would      reach, having my desires fulfilled      like a greedy, gluttonous cur.      I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted      cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my      tongue.      I would surely be healed,      and would cry like a child.      And how is your tender ear?      It brushes against my cheek;      I want it to creep up to my lips so      I can sink my teeth into its flesh.      Your left ear, always hearing words      whispered sweet as pie—-      I want it to hear my true feelings.      I never lied, no…      but I did have my secrets.      Ah, but what must you think of me?      Do you hate me? Are you afraid?      As though inviting you to the agony      at the play’s end, if you wish, you      could destroy me—-I wouldn’t care.      As you wish, you may destroy me      —-I wouldn’t care.”

Favourite Heather moments from Silent Hill 3

She’s one of the few, few people who don’t think Ben is a serial killer or something crazy like that. They get along well because they feel like they don’t quite fit in. It’s for entirely different reasons, but that similarity is still there. He brings her oranges at lunch sometimes.

"Hey, lady, I don’t think there’s an exit down there."

(off a started rough WIP from last summer.. finally done!)