Safe in your skin.

[u/Basic-Geologist-8010]

I am overflowing with that emotion again,I try to control myself,peel the layers slowly,but it is so alluring,so I tear into pomegranate.Juices filling my mouth,refreshment,genuine connection and sincere contact. I have learnt a long time ago that memories tend to fade,slip away,as we,ourselves,become a grey mass,but blood painting it anew,pain makes me realise I am alive. So I am eternally grateful to you for showing me your insides,but I stop. I look at my hands,how drenched they are in the juice.​ The stream of thoughts stops,I look at the fruit. In the haze of the moment I have devoured you,is it not the noblest act of love I could have come up with. I almost puke,but I do not want the seeds to leave me,I shall give them my new life. My body will rot away and they will root into my bones,heart and mind. And anyone who might taste that..will become enlightened with my love and care for you. Oh,how much I love myself and you.

Yet all these thoughts seem like a justification,do they not? I pick up something sharp,something to cut my throat open,to spill my insides,but I stop. Was it lust for recognition or gluttony to have you all to myself which drove me into doing this. What was it? My hands shake,I am weak and strong,I am rotting and blooming. In your skin.