Sunday
give it back.
Monday morning I woke up without a soul.
I looked high and low for it, left and right and back again, but all I found was bruises, carved carmine and garish across my throat like love bites, the spot his fingers gripped and teeth sank while he asphyxiated me into submission.
I shook with tremors, chills, every step another fracture. He painted my thighs red, viscous and metallic, like some savage artist and I was his helpless exhibit.
The aches, they tethered me to the bed, alone beneath a cover of cheap cotton, shivering in the early autumn air. His hands, I could still feel them on my bones. I couldn’t even remember his face.
I looked high and low for it, left and right and back again, but all I found was bruises, carved carmine and garish across my throat like love bites, the spot his fingers gripped and teeth sank while he asphyxiated me into submission.
I shook with tremors, chills, every step another fracture. He painted my thighs red, viscous and metallic, like some savage artist and I was his helpless exhibit.
The aches, they tethered me to the bed, alone beneath a cover of cheap cotton, shivering in the early autumn air. His hands, I could still feel them on my bones. I couldn’t even remember his face.
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idk. i just had to get this out ydg.