his eyes are hidden, i can't see them
(can barely see my own hand)
it's so dark,
he has control of me..
i sit - knees pulled up to chest -
in a corner, despair pouring from
my eyes,
looking up
shivering, cold, hungry
afraid
he laughs;
a chill runs down my spine, through to
the tips of my fingers and toes . . .
his voice carries itself through my blood
under my skin
in my head
as if his thoughts might be my own
in my head . . . in my head
i bleed
i am bruised
lust overrides everything.
sharp, it runs across my arm
wherever he guides it -
the blade
and i bleed again
i am choked.
his hand fits so perfectly around my wrist
he squeezes, grips as if his life were slipping -
if he were alive
Author notes
i re-read it now to find it has an "unfinished" feel to it...
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