- Erotic Poetry
- Red.
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Red silk glazed my skin, like that of a morning dew
The flawless ripples in the fabric reminded him of a calm ocean’s day.
He liked that. He also liked me,
Covered in bruises and swollen red welts.
He thought I looked beautiful like that, but
I thought I looked ugly. Pain and disgust drowned my body
As I looked at myself in the mirror, after he had one of these
Episodes. They happen often.
He enters the room with his belt… not on,
But rather, in his hand.
Ready to strike by bare skin.
And I, I turn around and bend over without second thought.
Why do I do it, you ask?
Hah, I ask myself the same question. It feels like
Habit, it feels right. He taught me it did.
The feeling of disgust in myself, it feels right.
Is that what it all means?
Is that what love is?
Disgust and bruises, on both my skin
And my heart?
I have yet to be proven wrong.
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