ilikescars

you push me into
tiny little boxes
screaming to get out
only to be grabbed from behind
inside the boxes
black electrical tape twisted around my wrists
cuff fucked
biting my lower lip
listening to some random
screaming violin
like glass fragments in my brain
hemorrhaging
black oil
drying clumped like tar
around my ankles
pushing your fist
into my mouth
up to the wrist
other hand on my face
smearing my mascara
"you look prettier that way"
spread legged
in these boxes
your dirty victim
I never want to leave...