Shards of glass. They dance with gravity in this lucid reality. They trace my arms, leaving a crimson masterpiece in their wake. The ecstasy of falling numbed me, and the feeling of each and every insignificant fragment grazing my skin was ever so superficial. This conciousness of warmth was frankly orgasmic. Like a slap in the face, I was dragged out of my euphoria by the harsh contrast of the freezing water engulfing my being. I didn't care. I don't care. Breathless, I'm helpless, slowly falling into the abyss. The only thing I can focus on is the infatuation with the decadent flavor of the gasoline violently erupting from my lungs.
Thorns. Vines bound and constricted my limbs. The familiar sensation of being wanted. That feeling of lust. I'm complete again. Don't panic. The sun and the stars won't supernova. Not tonight.
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