Train of Thought

wolves

trigger warning: sexual assault

Hungry wolves wait to lap up my blood and grin with my skin in their teeth but I cannot complain because that would make me a bitch/ho/slut and apparently there is no worse fate than that, not even my hair matted to my cheeks crusty with tears because I can't stop feeling hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave their purple shadows behind and I can't stop feeling what 180 pounds feels like pressing into me and I can't scream loud enough to cough up the memory