CW: Heart-Shaped Bruises, Cassi Dillon

Heart Shaped Bruises

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 Cassi Dillon