Intoxicating codependency

I want to stick my hand in your chest.

Feel the flesh move and contort around me as I slither through your muscles, caress your bones, and gently handle your warm, beating heart.

Please open it up for me.

So I may go deeper, contort my shoulders to shrink, squeeze my head through the opening, force one leg in at a time, and feel that skin stretch thin to accommodate me.

Nothing would make me happier than to envelope your organs and shield them from this messed up world.

Oh how I wish for those thick, gentle, warm hands to cup my face and never leave.

How I wish for them to fuse to my skin and sink deeper and deeper.

Till they fill my skull and control my every micro expression.

How I yearn for them to take a hold of my brain and squeeze til it explodes from between your fingers like shaken up soda

To be used by someone like you,

To be toyed with by someone like you,

To be one with you,

I'd like nothing more.