FracturedBitch1

Hey guys! Its been a pretty not long time since I've been on here, hope you're all well. 
          
          I'm considering removing most of my work on here and using this platform as my own self care/ mental health work. Some of it I will share and others will stay hidden in my dark drafts. Hopefully I'll be able to reach out to people so that they don't feel so alone with things. 
          
          The sharing and writing things down will help me, and maybe it will help you too. ♡

What did the Atlantic Sea say to the Pacific Sea

Happy Pride month! ❤

          The voice inside your head
          I am the poison in your veins
          I toy with your emotions
          I take pleasure in your pain
          I will make you
          
          just another fallen angel
          
          (I view these lyrics very different to how they were intended) 

Damn you are scary 

New poems in The Darkest Hour. 

I'm not always intense...
          
          Sometimes I'm fun-cruel.

I miss your throat. 
          
          And the way you stutter when my breath brushes your ear.
          
          I remember your whimpers, when I call you those names. My voice would deepen at your arousal and fear. 
          
          I miss the way your grind on me, when my torment is getting too much. 
          
          Miss the way you moan and beg and each slightest touch. 
          
          I recall the way you cling to me when it's over. When I finally made you blow. 
          
          I tell you it's about to begin again, but you already know. 
          
          Your thoughts as you read this are sheer.
          
          Fuck, I wish you was here.

How to use a toy.
          
          Its pretty and smooth.
          I like how I make it move.
          
          Can it go slow,
           can it go fast.
          I wonder how long it can last.
          
          It follows my every command.
          Whether it's a whisper, a shout or a movement of my hand.
          
          Sometimes it moans, 
          Sometimes its silent.
          
          It likes me sweet, cruel and violent.
          
          I can turn it on with only the tip of my toes.
          When its crying from over use, I bop it's pretty nose.
          
          Its pathetic and needy. Needs to be used. 
          Likes its throat covered in purples and blues.
          
          And when I push it inside...
          You should see its eyes.
          
          Watery, amazed and oh so wide.
          
          I hear you ask,
          Is it a girl or a boy? 
          
          It's a god damn object. 
          My pretty little fuck toy.
          

I find it funny that people assume when they're with a dominant, they havent got to do anything themselves and they'll get an easy ride. 
          
          Bitch, when I'm done your whole body will be shaking like you're in need of a new fucking soul. You'll be rethinking your life choices and wondering how people like me exist. I'll work you til you cant work anymore... and then I'll fuck you. Not a minute before.