Losing all Control

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it's not so bad

the feeling of a gripping hand

subjected onth the flesh of my neck

the presperation of one's breath

easing in and out

the resistment stops

it's what "he" wanted

right. . . ?

the tears stream down my face

like a waterfall

lifes adventurous

full of experiences

breathing gets harder, my throat

crackles

where'd my soul go

blaming myself for this

not knowing when the numbness will

cease

blood trickles down my leg

I look away in fear of being seen

the moment freezes

falling down upon my knees

I cringe.

he stands there

telling me how good I was

tells me I liked it

my feelings no longer mine

it's not so bad,

I liked it remember.

or so I was told.





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