The Unworthy

by Agustina Bazterrica

When I want to save the ink left by the monks, I prick myself with needles and use blood.

Girl...

I wanted to kill her, I want to kill her. I want to tie her up, I want to strike her, I want to destroy her, I want to break her, I want to lick her, I want to take off her clothes,

Got a little freaky at the end there

I’d never experienced the pleasure of another’s skin; no one had left me breathless, panting, at their mercy, my will gone, having surrendered; I’d never closed my eyes to be vulnerable, open.

I knew she was freaky

Lourdes was hanging from a tree in the woods,

Damn...she was kinda a bitch tho