I became accustomed to the cruelty and the raging storms
The silent glare followed by the teasing eyes
The sweet nothings and the callous words
Bruising the soul and battering the mind -
Carefully evaluating how far I could go.
I recoiled in the hard grip of his hands
delicately tying my stomach into knots
like a tailor making me a dress that would beautifully hug my thighs
and squeeze my throat at the same time.
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