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Dec 2017
I **** her slowly as I whisper I love you
I step upon the pretty tresses and tear the hair out with my boots.
She basks in the sunshine only to let me blow smoke in her face.
She who lets me cut her down with one fell swoop.
She who gives endlessly and cries quietly because she did so.
She who once stood tall but now only sits for me.
I Destroy
And she still sits still.
I have ****** her dry of all things living.
I praise her in public but tear out her hair in the dark.
She wears things on her neck not because they are pretty but because of where my teeth have left marks because she has been far too kind to say no.
And when she has had enough I use my kisses to bring her back in.
Hold her so tight she feels like she's burning alive.
Hurricanes in her eyes but her mouth is desert dry.
I stack stone on her chest just to see how long until she doesnt breath.
I drill my finger in her skin looking for valuables within.
She swallows the poison I feed.
I have never felt as good as when I see the mix of colors from bruised on her neck, arms and shoulder
Both old and new.
And when my Libido takes hold.
She has nowhere to go despite her saying no.
I **** the most important parts of her with my burning heat
And when my burning is unbearable I will set her on fire just to see it.
I tear at her roots with my huge hands ignoring the painful way she screams.
Scratch her skin with my nails until my fingernails are always red and never clean.
I inject her with chemical I make and use just so she's worth more to me.
I starve her so there's more for me.
And when her eyes silently plea my sneer is all she’ll see.
Her eyes filled with the whimpers and screams I force her to suppress and as I stare at her from above my cold hand around her neck
I ignore them.
I build temples out of her skin just to tear them down again
Once there was innocence in the way I hurt her but now I know.
I know what I do
And I do it anyway.
And when she finally dies and people point to me i'll scratch my head and point the other way.
Even though I know her death will be the death of me.
10 points for who can guess  my inspiration first.
Written by
Janna  22/Cisgender Female/Chicago
(22/Cisgender Female/Chicago)   
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