her fingers glide over the skin of my hands
as she traces the path to my beating chest
nails grazing the sensitive skin
scared to leave a mark on the already scorned skin
bright red and scorching hot.
the path she left
left nothing but utter grief.
her fingers glide throughout my hair
and slowly she scratches.
every time she pulls a patch of my brain
leaveing me bleeding in a mess of the once there need of happiness with her.
her fingers wrap around my wrists
as she holds them above my head
slowly tracing down my arm to my chest
down my groin to my legs
paralyzing me with her eyes
like a serpent suffocating me with her infinity like grasp of
anything she wants because
“anything to make you happy love.”
her hands lay limp beside me now
steady breathing once more as the rush subsides and i can see again.
i wonder of the next time she will push me to my breaking edge
the brink of all my sanity
all for her pleasure
pleasure that to her is never in vain but pure satisfaction.
i stand up and look at the remainder of the shell of my body
all that’s left are shreds of the once there shell of the person i used to be.
all that’s left now is the darken spirit of the old shell of the once there human body that she told me was all she wanted from me.
as i look at myself
i see nothing left but her.
she laid in bed happily
fingers full of skin
wrists red and sore
Gabriela A Tejada
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