[touch averse/touch starved]
the idea of hands up on you is a thirst, an unquenchable chorus of drawn out sighs & right there's sinking into a sea of skin & staying there / the horror of the hands the hands the hands crawling over your skin like fire burning you alive EAT YOUR HEART OUT BABY / the insatiable hunger you could eat them all raw suck the marrow from bones raise these broken bodies to the sky and say O lord praise this & all that nourishes me / O lord damn all who reach me / the way he lays his hands on you, reaches inside and pulls you out grins with your heart trapped in his teeth / it'll ruin him & it matters more than the emptiness / the gaping space inside you the yawning pit of your body shovel bodies on you til you're whole / DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME / is something would never say there's this craving this awful yearning the silk touch / you will burn for this / yes it is worth it / you will burn the fire will not spare your bones / I WOULD BURN TO BE TOUCHED.

ANYWAY i've been away, sorry but anyway i WILL GET 31 CHAPTERS OF THIS, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT'S IN JULY OR NOT A'IGHT