The fundamentals of being rotten to the core. The sweat beading off the brow. The familiar sound of the heart beating inside the other person. Defending myself just enough to make myself clear. Brushing away a faint glimmer of satisfaction. Being portrayed to such a degree that she has become quiet inside. This was just another beginning to an end for them both. He new he deserved the behavior that had been thrown at him. He accepted the failure to become better to her. He made his way back into her necessary womb.
That was just one of the nights in purgatory.
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