talkswithmonsters:

And this brown paper bag
filled with warm secrets,
that make me melt
from the inside out.

You say I’m masochistic,
that I crave the ache
And the burn of the knife
You slice through my spine
every night.

You bend me backwards-
contorting my limbs
just to spread my thighs.

For I was never made
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