Anonymous
September 18, 2026 at 9:23:53 PM
his little whispers; love me, love me. thats all i ask for, love me, love me. he battered his tiny fists to feel something, wondered what its like to touch and feel something. monster, how should i feel? creatures lie here, looking through the windows. that night he caged her, bruised and broke her. he struggled closer, then he stole her. violate wrists and then her ankles, silent pain, then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams. monster, how should i feel? creatures lie here, looking through the window. i will hear their voices, im a glass child, i am hannahs regrets. monster, how should i feel? turn the sheets down, murder ears with pillow laces. theres bathtubes full of glow flies, bathe in kerosene, their words tattoeed in his veins, yeahh