he stands over me
mads mikkelson firmly presses the pillow against my face
i can’t breathe, i cannot breathe
slowly
i feel his lips against my ear,
“i’m gonna make you go…”
i squirm.
i shake.
i convulse.
he’s too strong
“bye-bye”
as my eternal spirit leaves my earthly vessel
i cum
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Calum and I are both 31, fathers, and have dangerous mental health issues. I often describe my children as my “Spring of Hope”, as my purpose to persevere. They are, and will always be, the best thing I’ve ever done with my life.
Like Calum, I hide pieces of myself from my children, the pieces that I’m ashamed of, the messy bits. I try my damndest to curate an image of a father, that in their memories, they will …
