deterioration || liskook || poetry

|captive|

Lisa Manoban

❝and I would have allowed you to fuck me into submission 
whisper cruel lies into my ears whilst you indulge in my pain and suffering
smack me across my face and call me a disgusting whore
you'd offer to bite my neck and I'd greedily accept your offer of dominance, of ownership
and if you told me you loved me I'd probably laugh at your face 
maybe I'd cry, maybe I'd moan, maybe I'd beg
or worse, my foolish self would have believed you and called you a cruel man
I'd drown in you, wholly and completely 
selfishly and willingly 
I'd sigh in contentment to be called yours
because there's nothing I'd rather want
than to be dangerously, toxically, destructively
consumed by you❞

author's note: sad hours