Backbone

2021 and I’ve been through the most. the only thing I have left is my back bone. the strength and the courage it took for me to write, read and post this is incredibly tremendous. Hey Perceptionists💙, it’s me again, the girl that definitely needs antidepressants, but if I start taking those I’m afraid I’ll stop writing and that has to be my biggest fear.

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Backbone

The clutches of my mistakes have a chokehold on my screams at an apology which makes it silent, so I sat in silence while he pulled down my protective layers and pushed me on to linen I thought was a sanctuary to our existence.
Driving my ears towards his manhood, he forced his way for me to gurgle his being as I tried to tell him my truth, the dug deeper through my throat and all my fears turned to tears he didnt stop. After he had gratified himself he forced his way through my peace ignoring my cries, on camera he put all my insecurities on worlds view, but because I was his girlfriend that automatically gave him consent.
Pounds in fury made him the judge and the jury and the punishment to my heinous crimes was to take away what was most sacred to me which was the womanhood I gave him freely, now he took it forcefully and he didnt even realise he did it violently. For he said I was soo wet which justified his animosity
I feel like a caged me in free surroundings in the summer heat, these chains have me by my brain cause whenever I close my eyes for sleep I hear the announcement of ownership in his voice demanding my innocence to be his plaything.

In the thick of his blacked heart he couldn’t hear my horrid cries, he kept pounding proclaiming blasphemies and concluded my truths were lies and my punishment was to lay flat on my back and be submissive to his stallion, my Vemon, shot me on camera to replay my agony in his anger to satisfy his thirst for power that he absorbed from me. Play a movie I’ll be the victimised villain.
Against my objection he saw as his obligation to smear his ejeculation next to my beating heart his show of emasculation taking away my emancipation. In his speculation he didnt need my permission for I was his person.


Noms❤

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