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plot twist

The intent was to strap you to an altar,
worship you with lust,
and maybe carve out
your still-beating heart
while fucking
your soul.

The reality is: I'm strapped to your bed,
flayed from the inside,
and you gently press
one damp finger to my lips
and tell me this will
only hurt

everywhere.

While I try to reconcile
the odd turn of events,
inside I'm jumping
up and down,
screaming,
"Yay!"
Written by Betty
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