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.