The Annual Metamorphosis

It’s something about the Spring, I think. Lucifer only beats me when it’s beautiful outside…

Abusive, Addicted, Beautiful Lucifer

“How often are you doing coke?” “Not often. Only like, once or twice a week.” So casual. Nonchalant. I act like it doesn’t phase me. Inside, half of me wants to shake him and scream “What Are You Doing!?!” And half of me wants to ask if he wants to do some with me right…

Long Sleeves in 90 Degrees

I probably would have let him beat me forever, I loved him that much. It got to a point where I thought I craved the violence, but really what I craved was the affection and adoration he would pour upon me after he had beaten me into immobile submission. The feeling that something was wrong…