corinney

Abuse

A patchwork quilt of bruises
Bloom like grotesque flowers
Over my body; it has its uses.
And Im powerless for hours

To these assaults on my mind.
My body slave to your games
That you play; I toe the line,
Listen to you disabuse my name.

And it hurts.

Your teeth sink into me,
White flesh yielding to you,
Your hands blushing my skin freely.
Theres little hope; nothing I can do

To stop you.

The rope bites, stinging.
My breath hisses and I shudder.
A blade appears in your fist, singing
Its deathly song. I duck for cover;

I cant escape.

Its no use struggling, intoxicating poppies
Burst from my veins and my love
Flows. I lay spent, my broken body
Finally satisfied; I cannot move.

Our playtime is over.

by; Me.