I.

Lost something of importance.
He took it in the back of his car.

I felt him inside me,it felt so right.
His face showed pleasure and pain all at the same.

Did my porcelain face look so pained?

It was spontaneous.

So soft.
So gentle.
And yet.
He was so mad and rough.

I look to his face again and see his anger rising.

He slowly put his hands around my neck.
His hands so cold.

I, moaning.

His grip tightens and soon all I see is black...

And that was a Monday night.