Behind Closed Doors

Rain trickles down my side.

Your breath is hot against my skin.

A shiver runs through my bones.

You won’t let me go.

My toes begin to go numb.

You pull me closer to you.

I cry out in the middle of the night.

You thrive off my screams.

In the morning, bruises will bloom.

You will demand your coffee.

Life will go on like normal.

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