My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin

squeezing my rib cage

gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints

teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin

scratches on my back nearly bleeding

hair in disarray from having it pulled too hard.

your hands always intended to hurt

you said the feeling of my skin was euphoric to you

you abused the sense of euphoria for a stronger high

causing me to scream

what you thought was out of please but was out of pure pain

you scraped out my self worth with your middle and index finger  for your own pleasure

you confuse love with lust and pleasure with pain because when you pushed me down deeper I only tried to vomit up what you’ve done to me.


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