small, simple safe price.

rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.

this not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes and heals.

and i am not afraid to die. i'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.

i want the pain of payment.

whats left, but a sectiom of pygmy-sized cuts?

much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.

would you be my little cut? would you be my thousand fucks?