Lust of Misanthropy

Substance

I decided that I would not be writing, rather drawing a picture of a moth, with a borrowed pencil from homeroom, and then a small four-line description of it, similar to how Natsuki composed her eagle poem. I felt as if this would suffice for Monika.

Walking into the clubroom, silence had subdued the room. Yuri gaped her mouth open, happy to see me. "I want to share our poems right now." Yuri said, she held onto my arms, and looked at me dead-on.

Her hair was disheveled and matted, and her clothing and posture just gave off a languid aura.

I handed her the moth picture I drew. I watched her grab the paper hostily and sniff it a few times. "I love it. I love everything about it." she said, jaw carelessly remaining open. "I love this poem so much, -kun, just like every other one of your poems. I'll even touch myself while reading them over and over again."

Yuri stumbled upon searching for her paper in her handbag. Finally, she revealed a messy-looking paper, and handed it to me. She spoke in a joyful tone, "I made this poem just for you, I hope you love it."

Yuri hands me a crumpled paper, stained in blood and urine, theme of the paper scribbled in a hieroglyphic manner. I was scared.

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Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colours her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won't go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it's unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. His Third Eye is drawing me closer.

I wanted to vomit.

I wanted to vomit so badly.

I felt like there was something treacherously desiring to make it's way disgorge out of my mouth.

This wasn't writing, this wasn't a poem.

This is hypergraphia.

Taking the fucked-up document away from my face, Yuri pulls me out of the room, Monika completely ignoring what she was doing.

"Finally... FINALLY... That fucking trullop finally has nothing to do with our permissions anymore. I feel so free..." Yuri growled under her breath, holding my hands tighter than before. "-kun, please just let me stare at you, I want to get close to you so I can feel your warm breathing..."

Yuri inches close enough to my face to where our noses were smushed together, and our cheeks were brushing up against each other every so often.

"Ah-haah...! I love your warmth, -kun! I want your wet air inside of my bones." she held on to my shirt and bent her knees, intertwining them with mine, and holding me up to a nearby locker. "I'll be honest, I took your pen when it fell out of your bag yesterday. I really just wanted to take a part of you home with me again. I enjoy touching myself with your pen so much, it's the most erotic feeling I've ever had..." Yuri held up her left hand infront of my face; a deep slit in every one of her finger tips.

"Yesterday I gave myself paper cuts so your skin oil would enter my bloodstream. I just want to open your skin up and crawl inside of you..."

Yuri took my hand, shaking, and lightly placed it inside of her vagina, as her panting noises turned into a higher-pitch moan for lust.

"Oh, it feels so much better when you do it for me, pookie! It feels like your flesh is becoming part of mine!" she wailed, twitching up and down on my perked-up fingers.

Yuri felt to be on the borderline of climaxing.

I could see her precarious cut marks from the tunnel-like view I had under her sleeves.

Monika.

"What did you guys walk out on us for?" she asked, a few posters for the festival tucked in between her arm. "Please, come back inside."