its thriving at her
shewants to take it
make all of it
the painshe wants
the painshe
can not make it without it
shedoesnt know why
she just needs it
she moves her seat a little close to it
the sharp edge sparkles in the small light
the candle light
then she thinks bout the nice tasting pain
the pain formt the candle
oh how she wants it
it would calm her body down
she feels her body changing
someones uptaning it
its not her
she no long wants the pain
she wants to taste others pain
she hunts tofind the right victom
one..two..three
out cold
she tastes the pain
the pain runs downs there neck
she leaves
nobody no longer uptaining her
shes free free from the thriving
"till next time"
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