You got the fuck.
I got fucked up.
You got the fuck.
I got the hurt.
You got the fuck.
I got the sore.
I know.
I said yes.
It was me
who opened the door,
let go
of my values,
my voice,
my soul.
I thought
you liked me.
I thought
you saw me,
not just the body,
but the quiet, trembling
thing
inside it.
But I
was just
a sex concept,
an idea
for a sadist
who hunts,
who collects,
who preys.
And this time,
your prey
was already
beaten down,
bruised,
broken,
barely breathing.
Not much fight left to do.
Not much me left
to lose.
-Anais
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