Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2014
The pain
in my neck is
unbearable.

You hid my medicine,
my comfort.
I can't
find anything.

All so you could
play-bite my skin
and hear me yelp

each time you
pushed your tongue
on my
bruises.
L
Written by
L  28/Non-binary
(28/Non-binary)   
325
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems