pain
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I wanted youto be an act of self-harm,a pain that calms,my own blood the healing balm.It’s not as darkas it sounds. Those who look downupon a focusing cut, do not understand the grounding,comfort,clarity, and inevitably they damage themselves in their own way,but with less self-awareness. Be it drink or drugs,the toxic relationships into which they…
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Brinkmanship. To Pleasureand Pain, it is a mere gameas they vie for triumphover the battlefield of my flesh,and I, I am not paltry collateral damagenor simply the canvasupon which this masterpiece artworkof craving and climax is created.To yield is not passive.I participate in the compositionof your opus, respond to your touch,and you coax a duetfrom…
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I offer you my tears, willingly, and yet we both have to work for them. Whilst their threatening presence ever lurksfor a variety of reasons, it takes the perfect storm to breach the dam walls. You’ve seen what I can take, and it requires a certain finesseto dance at the borders of breaking me,walking that…
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The light remains green. I’m not safe-wording, not saying I withdraw consent, merely that this did not feature in any of the scenarios I imagined, in any of my most hidden fantasies. I was prepared to hurt, and when I said make me cry, I meant take me to a level of physical pain that…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 