β I didnβt do anything to you! β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Lynn, BABY - β¦ THATβS THE POINT. You didnβt do anything TO ME or FOR me.Β β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Sheβs become NUMB to the anger, the HOSTILITY, the wrath, the fire, the ACIDΒ that lingers upon every exhalation. Every sound that could HURT HER goes ignored by ears, but remains embedded in body. Sheβll wear that hurt forever - has the scorn SEWN into skin. New wounds are given with every word, but she knows better than to let attention linger to those openings. A smile rests upon lips that have only ever known of LIES and LOATHING. Itβs FAKE, just like the rest of her. A false pair of borders that anxiously await uttering a new statement that will awaken ferocity from this form. Just look at how she reacts to PURE PANIC, just look at how a KNIFE alone is enough to arouse unease. She nods knowingly, finding POWER through someone elseβs pain. Still, she remains crouched and allows elbows to rest upon the otherβs lap.Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Isnβt she just the ideal ANTAGONIST? How much more REVOLTING would she like to appear to the other? Sheβs aware that her calmness serves as a form of chaos, because something BRUTAL is BUBBLING beneath that collected complexionβ¦ There is a HUNGER TO HARM, a hunger to impose a MIGHTY wrath on a woman who shouldβve never been chosen, who shouldβve never been seen as savior. IS THIS JEALOUSY? She must truly be at wits endβ¦ To be jealous of a woman who must simply better the body in ways this SCUM OF THE STREETS never could. And she did that - β¦ So why keep her around if her job is completed? If only Johnβs words didnβt serve as a RESTRAINT.Β Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ So why have you around? Come on, YOU GOTTA SHOW ME YOU WANT TO LIVE. β
















