Nightmares.
Your pale cold hands in between my thighs.
Your shakey dark voice whispering sour nothings to me.
Filling my head and mind with lies and sickening fantasies of yours.
Confusing my pain for pleasure.
I try to escape but before I could you pull me by my hair and hold me by my neck.
The last words you told me
"I'm not done with you baby, I will be back."
I wake up shaken up and in tears.
For this nightmare of that moment is constant.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless Reality
ŞiirHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
