trigger warning: abuse
here it is again,
that familiar feeling
of subjugation
bruised wrists
lips
hips
so desperately missing that aching sensation,
the one which shows that he loves you
enough to use your body as a canvas
for his masterpieces
but this time
you fight back
and this angers him
for your body is not small
enough
to fit in the
palm of his hand
he tries
but your long curls spill from his palm
and wrap around his arms,
slithering upwards
tightening around his neck
eyelashes like blades
carving and scraping out each artery
one by one
seas of cellulite gushing
and flooding into his
mouth
submerging him deep
under the rivers
of your divine revulsion
he usually isn’t the type of man
to surrender
but the way roaring screams are
being ripped from his throat
and the way his usually
black eyes transform
into white flags
prove that
you are strong enough to
change everything.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
trigger warning: abuse
here it is again,
that familiar feeling
of subjugation
bruised wrists
lips
hips
so desperately missing that aching sensation,
the one which shows that he loves you
enough to use your body as a canvas
for his masterpieces
but this time
you fight back
and this angers him
for your body is not small
enough
to fit in the
palm of his hand
he tries
but your long curls spill from his palm
and wrap around his arms,
slithering upwards
tightening around his neck
eyelashes like blades
carving and scraping out each artery
one by one
seas of cellulite gushing
and flooding into his
mouth
submerging him deep
under the rivers
of your divine revulsion
he usually isn’t the type of man
to surrender
but the way roaring screams are
being ripped from his throat
and the way his usually
black eyes transform
into white flags
prove that
you are strong enough to
change everything.
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