It feels like a black hole.

A black pit.
As if the devils
forbidden fruit was
an avocado
and this pit of black ink
is rooted in my veins.

He feels like a black hole.
Inside of me.
Taking all I am
He always wanted more...
      More's what he
got because I am
a lonely unwilling vein
having no choice in
if I want to
be penetrated
and stuffed full of
dope that'll make
me float.

He feels like unclean things...
Like battery acid burning
my eyes.
A corner in my brain
sectioned off for his poison.
I visit at night.
I visit in the dark.
I visit in the quietness
of being alone.

It's hard not to dwell
on the pain he's left behind
when it's the only real thing
I feel anymore.

Rivers flow from veins I never
knew I had as
I try to get his pollution
out of my air ways,
out of my blood,
out of my skin,
out of my hair,
trying to get
him out from under
my nails.
Trying to get him
out of my clothes,
out of my bed.
Trying to get him out
of my drink,
out of my food.

His breath is still in my ear.
His teeth are still chewing
my innocence.
His fingers playing with
the rest of my dignity.
The black mass of his
"love" still on my throat.
My vocal chords still in chains
my wrists still melted together
with his strong grip
above my head.
Chest still bruised
from when he put all
his weight there
anchoring me in place
"forceful flirting" is what he called
****** me.

He is still the weight pulling
down my tears.
And even as I write this
I am crying.
Tears filled with the
black hate he is.

I know that it doesn't
matter how much I
cry.
He will never be gone...
But one of these days
his corner will get smaller.
One of these days
It'll be easier to breathe.
One of these days his
poison won't be as
crippling.
One of these days
I'll get that *******
pit out of my veins.