He held me down, hazy vision and matted wet hair. He kissed me hard, leaving ugly bruises with every touch. He spoke my name, but it sounded sickly-sweet. I spat in his pretty face, anger turning my saliva to harsh venom. He whispered rough in my ear, making my stomach tighten and heave. The alcohol burned through my veins, boiling my blood. My world went dark. My heart ached. And I foolishly called it love.
YOU ARE READING
deep lovely dark
Poetryif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
