• hurt

    by  • November 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Abuse, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    Heavy breathing
    Push back
    The smell of liquor
    The smell of death
    Cold eyes
    Dark hair
    Dirty hands
    Touching everywhere
    On my skin
    High pitch scream
    Blurry tears
    Prickled beard
    On my lips
    Painful pop
    It’s my sin
    Raw with pain
    Laying there
    Moonlight shines
    Zipper zipping
    Footsteps fall
    Gather clothes
    Slowly dress
    It’s my nightmare
    Not my request

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    One Response to hurt

    1. L
      November 30, 2011 at 6:54 pm

      ….mother fuckin’ coward, monster, thief. Barging into a life to dump his bottom of the barrel shit on someone else bc he’s too much of pussy to handle it himself. Pathetic excuse for man.
      Ok sure, he got u that time but DO NOT LET THAT MOTHERFUCKER TAKE MORE FROM YOU.



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