I’ve written about the past abusive relationship I was in from 15 to 17. How he trained me to be his play toy. A lesson I learned so well I had no sense of self worth outside of my body as an offering. One of the ways I process my shit is by writing. This is painful to read; trust me, it was painful to write.
Once, long ago
You told me that you loved me
Worshipped my body
With mouth and lash
Taught me that I existed
For others pleasures
Not my own
Though my body responded
Once, long ago
You claimed me as your own
Red marks on my body
Leather collar around my neck
You sold me
Watched as I was used
The ultimate symbol
Of your ownership
Once, long ago
I believed you
As you stripped me
Of clothing and will
Broken to
Your base desires
Years later
Still offering my body
Lost in a sea
Of misplaced desire
Seeking solace
For something that should never
Have been missing
Descent Rising 