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brilliant bruises like diamonds shine on my skin with a child's naiveness I trust you again with a temper that is quick and eyes gone black I'm lying facedown on the bed as your beating my back I'd cry out in pain but your ears are deaf so I suffer in silence self-hate beaten into my flesh the belt buzzing I pretend I'm not there as the welts are rising I'm choking for air then all is quiet behind the locked door you tell me you love me and beat me some more
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:22 AM UTC
Sunday"s surmon
brilliant bruises like diamonds shine on my skin with a child's naiveness I trust you again with a temper that is quick and eyes gone black I'm lying facedown on the bed as your beating my back I'd cry out in pain but your ears are deaf so I suffer in silence self-hate beaten into my flesh the belt buzzing I pretend I'm not there as the welts are rising I'm choking for air then all is quiet behind the locked door you tell me you love me and beat me some more
my father routinely beat me on Sundays after church using "spare the rod spoil the child as his excuse.
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42/F/Southern California
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:22 AM UTC
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