The way you held me hurt
In ways I can't describe.
You tore my arms, legs, back,
The rips growing deeper
With each **** meeting.
You stared at the tears in my skin,
Proud of yourself, aroused.
You scraped your claws over them,
Pulling them wider, prettier.
You pleased yourself, admiring your work.
I was perfect for you.
Sitting still and letting you disfigure me,
My body was not mine.
I was yours, signature and all,
Deep etchings in my skin
The same etchings I carve off,
only to grow them back.
You made me carve your name,
Over, and over, and over.
My fingers dull and numb,
Digging deeper for you to see,
For you to admire.
Though I was never enough.
Not close to satisfying your hunger.
Never a day passed
Where I would not dread seeing you.