how it feels (cw: body horror)
pin my paws to an old board
(a rare subject deserves respect)
relish your first vivisection
(such sickly sweet anticipation)
only the cruelest instruments
(you might never get another chance)
your false hesitation would fool anyone
the first cut is tender the second is wet
saliva dripping into my ruined body
gaping eye sockets imprison my soul
plunge your claws into my womb
impregnate me with your self hatred
make me into your perfect whimpering specimen
linger just long enough to witness my foetid metamorphosis
abandon your stillborn orphan made from fear and lust