- Oh, God, go deeper. I don't want it unless the nail goes through the meat of my palm; break a few bones in the process, baby. Skewer the tendons in my hand clean through, warm the metal with your tongue so I can feel it hot and pulsing in my blood, just like that baby, baby please, deeper, I can take it. I can take whatever you give me, because God gives us only the battles we can handle, right? Pull the nail out with the back of a hammer and push it back in, repetitive slam repetitive thrust. Feels so good, baby, God I can feel the ribs in me, the spiral twists of the nail shank— what'd you say, ribbed for my pleasure? Rip a rib out too, then, shove it in and out through the stitch in my side, the more the merrier, right? If I don't have enough holes you can create a few more. God will do what He wills with His creation.
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