“ I was told I have obsessive behavioral traits. I looked up everything to do with obsession after that. ”
My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t
~ Willow Madison
I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall. I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his.
When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.
I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.