#2clouds

               when   she   thrashes   think   this         ,         he   cannot   imagine   the   violence   that   she   is   dreaming   of.   they   do   not   talk   about   the   before   much.   but   as   he   watches   her   turn   side   to   side   in   the   silk   sheets   hes   grateful   that   he   does   not   need   to   pass   the   time   by   closing   his   eyes         &.         getting   feelings   that   the   brain   can   never   forget   over         &.         over.   he   does   not   know   what   she   could   be   dreaming   of.   if   she   was   dreaming   of   tearing   someone   limb   from   limb.   or   maybe   the   first   time   that   she   tore   someones   throat   out   with   her   teeth.   he   could   lay   here         &.         think   till   his   muscles   turned   into   ash.   he   could   set   a   heart   aflame         &.         offer   it   to   her   rare.                he's   already   tried   fucking   her   till   he   got   into   her   head         &.         tried   to   tear   the   dreams   from   the   skull   like   a   bear   taking   honey   from   a   beehive.   maybe   he   would   let   her   make   cocktails   with   her   spinal   fluid         ,         bracelets   of   jewels   in   her   hair.   he   would   let   her   slip   herself   into   his   veins         ,         shoot   himself   up   with   her   affection         ,         it   couldn't   be   better   than   lacing   his   hands   with   hers.   he   is   already   something   so   close   to   being   beautiful   that   she   cant   help   to   stare   at   him.   but   it's   not   enough.   maybe   he   should   cover   himself   in   blood         ,         so   that   his   body   would   provide   more   use.   she   would   be   able   to   get   something   every   inch   of   skin         &.         she   would   touch   him         &.         not   have   to   worry   about   these   shakes      &.      screams.