S&MA Poem by JessicaGadzialaHe left bruises on my throat for a week- once lifted me and threw me across a bed like my entire existance was nothing compared to the strength in his arms- he wanted me like a fist wants something to slam into- because he was a spring wound too tightly with memories of her and all the things he never said and he sprang at me with all his repression. And maybe I wanted him to hurt me- feeling nothing but numb inside that the manifestation of his pain as purple bruises on my lips and red scratches on my hips was evidence that there was still sensations to be felt. "s&m" - 10-18-2013- jessicagadziala
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2 Reviews Added on November 4, 2013 Last Updated on November 12, 2013 Tags: poem, poems, poetry, creative writing, writing, personal, love, relationships, abuse, abusive relationships AuthorJessicaGadzialaNJAboutMy name is Jessie. Coffee addict, bibliophile, crazy bird lady. Sometimes I write. more..Writing
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