Does She Still Like The Same Things?

Does she still like the same things? I could tell you she does. Emphatically so. She likes the same things even more than she used to, she likes them violently, she likes them meticulously as they were. Her liking for them, for the same things- it is absolute, toxic, and melodic. It is the melody of the wishbone, of her perfect sleep. Of a sleep that wounds and wrestles with her wrists, writhes woefully with her wings, weakens her womanhood, willfully waits and whistles as it wreaks havoc, painf...