I taste the familiar salt
freshly transfered from me
to you to me again.
I feel a dull thud
beneath your flesh
that increases with
each sand that falls
in the hourglass.
I feel the rush
that tickles my stomach
just like your fingers would.
I taste the nothingness
as you shove
and cause the
gagging to begin.
I feel the pressure
that turns
to sharp pain as you use you hands.
I try to stop you
as the pain increases
as your fingers break me
causing the red fluid to leave me.
I make you stop
because I'm not ready
for that kind of love.
