He might be beautiful and porcelain,
But is he worth being hurt again?
I know he could be different,
But who isn’t?
He touched me.
Violated me.
Made me feel ugly on the inside.
The soft velveteen skin and
Pouty lips had no persuasive
Effect on him.
It was the maggots he caused..
Rotted my intestines-
Turned them to mushy soup
Too thick to slurp with a straw.
It was like it turned him on.
And I didn’t want to care,
But his ******* was caused by my pain.
He wanted to watch me bleed,
And rot,
And beg, as I was gasping for air,
For the sweet release of death
Or looser ropes and chains..
No.
When I couldn’t take any more,
When my face was purple
And my eyes were bulging
And his hand was still gripping my throat..
Bruised from the time before and red with irritation,
That’s when his ******* was massive.
It has taken years
And I still cannot convince myself that
All men are not like that.