He kept cutting.

Warnings ⚠️: Graphic violence, Knife Play, Self Destructive Behavior, Non-Consensual Themes, Obsession

Akutagawa's basically body marking you as his sign of "love." I couldn't stop thinking of Atsushi while making ts

(I am now realizing to add this poem. Crashing out 💔💔)

There's a pistol on the paper

From last time we talked

I throw her in a field and tell her to speak

It's a threat with our clothes off

Boiling my blood til it's bubblingUnder the skin of my thighs, it's love

But you would never think thatIf you were looking at it from above

She's clothed in black egg whites

Hair to the floor that's weighed with water

She smiles at me like I'm camera

She's a shadow that's mimicking me slightly wrong

For her, I'd attach a Ford Bronco 1970 at my hip and jump into the sea

And when I meet her at thе bottom I'd let her do anything to me

I put a pеn to paper like putting a gun to my head

No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg her to

She arched and broke her back in my open skin

The only one who can kill me with permission

And honey that's all I was made for, all I was meant to do

I'm a microphone for all her clogged words to comb through

And honey that's all I was made for,

all I was meant to do

A self-indulgent bot. Akutagawa has no abilities.

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