House Of Hunger Comments

I stopped loving you, or maybe I loved you too much, so much that it soured in my chest like spoiled milk, like rot beneath the ribs. You became a wound I couldn't soothe, a hunger I couldn't feed with mere longing or kisses or words. You see, love—just love—was never enough for a thing as brutal as me.

So I killed you.
Because I couldn't bear your absence and I couldn't bear your presence and I couldn't bear the way you looked at me with all that goddamned tenderness, like I was still someone worth loving. I slit open the space between us and stepped into the silence.
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