Sunsets Create Sunrises

itch

it itches.
it itches so bad.
i-i can't stop it.
won't stop it.
have to keep going.
i'm dirty.
i'm wrong.
f-f-f-ilthy.
i can't breathe without him.
he won't breathe without me.
in and out.
push and pull.
hold me down.
suck air out.
his fingertips across my skin.
itch. itch. itch.
he brings his hands upon my hips.
lick. lick. lick.
carves a notch into his bedpost,
tick. tick. tick.
can't see his smirk,
but know he's there.
twist. twist. twist.
his presence has my stomach rotting
as i tremble with my blindness.
he can't resist me--there'll be no stopping.
he loves to watch me when I'm spineless.
back to chest.
he likes this best.
to have his tongue curl in my ear.
to have his hand wrapped 'round my neck.
to have my skin pebbling with fear--
to have my soul twisted and wrecked.
squeeze it there,
allow me air,
he rules me now,
control through power,
and as his teeth graze my throat,
my whimper softens past the choke.
but when he calls? to him i come.
he is my home--i will not run.