I want to be slammed into the ground so hard I see stars.

I want bruises on my knees and something sharp under my ribcage and bones jutting out in nasty ways.

I want you to make me taste every shade of dust .

I want you to slither into the soft spot in my diaphragm, wrap yourself around my neck and squeeze until there’s nothing left to hurt.

I want to gasp under your fingers, feel the blood pooling between my thighs,

The spots in my vision cast curious shadows on your face and I know

There’ll be no writing home about this.

I want you to bite me

I want you to tear me

I want you to ruin me

I want you to make me your own.