Heart Shaped Bruises CW: Abuse Callus hands On a body That you claimed For no reason Other than Greed I don’t remember What belonging to myself Feels like My soul withered with every touch Your darkness wrapped itself around me Like a heavy quilt Stored in all of my vacant spaces Wandering hands Never waiting for a green light Rushed movements Trying to get what you wanted Before I can mumble out a No Your hands left bruises On places They never Should Have Been
84 Etchings
Cassi Dillon
