Like a sleek leech, unwanted and intolerable, you writhed into my veins.
But even after everything. Even after the endless suckling of blood, the infinite excavation into every artery and vein.
I can already say that leeches’ spit doesn’t really impress me.
Entered into the wrong vein—oh so, so wrong. Stupid leech. And such an angry, blood-filled vein, just ready to explode. And it’s such a pity—there is not nearly enough blood to leak on it.
interview with cnn & maddy’s first race.
9 years ago
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