I… Feel her fingers dance over my palm. Their tips roll up the stems of my digits. Our hands meld together - roots into soil, water into cracks. Her skin is an inferno. Waiting for fear to save me, I hold my breath. It never comes. I feel a grotesque veil of comfort settle softly over my flesh as she walks me into Hell. It looks an awful lot like an icecream parlor. You’re just too fucking charming, Lucifer.
Tear me to shreds. Stop building me up.






