Another nail through the palm of my hand, another label for you to wrap your ghastly mouth around
The words ‘beautiful’, **** ‘love’ burn into my skin like I’m caught in an acidic thunderstorm.
You pin them into my fragile flesh like notes pinned to a corkboard of advertisements.
Butchering my body and sedating my soul, objectifying my existence, object of your desire.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
Another nail through the palm of my hand, another label for you to wrap your ghastly mouth around
The words ‘beautiful’, **** ‘love’ burn into my skin like I’m caught in an acidic thunderstorm.
You pin them into my fragile flesh like notes pinned to a corkboard of advertisements.
Butchering my body and sedating my soul, objectifying my existence, object of your desire.
