Theres a blood clot in my head, no breath in my chest, and these ghosts got me by the neck choking the life from me, hoping that I like the sex. They’ll take my mind from me if I give in and just let go, and I might because right now nothing makes sense, so if my life wants to treat me like a cheap slut, at least Ill know how much Im worth and Ill enjoy the abuse, and Ill get off on simply saying the words “please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me baby,” I get off on the words, I feel them drippin...