ColorMeRed

It is me. Just me.
2009-05-25 01:04:37 (UTC)

Xavier's disgusting conquest

Your fingers wander over curves that have yet to form-finding places that we've always claimed our own. Stolen flesh- you raided, pillaged, and left to ash. Burning touch, you planted land mines in my head. An accidental flush of fingertips across my lips-the hidden horrors implode; laid to ruin is the present and I'm sent hurdling through time back to the freezing nights when you set my skin ablaze and I turned it into stone.

You injected yourself into every crevice of my being. Your crimes have slithered inside every waking thought. The hateful flashes of found memory are the poisons that push through my veins. A gleaming smile hides the lies of preying eyes and friendly words distract from hands which drip with unseen grime. Your finger painting stains my skin with ugly swipes that I cannot wash away. My blood is toxic, my mind hijacked, I'm imprisoned in the past.

You replaced my face with a stranger's mask and drained away every ounce of life. I don't recognize the figure in the mirror or the menacing taunts that plague my mind at night in the shadows.

I have split my skin in two trying to bleed you out of me!!! Starving away every fiber that you marked in your conquest......you branded the anger onto my body so everyone knows exactly what crimes you've committed and the tortures you've inflicted. I drug myself until I can't remember my name-mistaking any fantasy for reality is better than lying in bed reliving every second of this nightmare.

I'll never be able to scrape away the filth that you left on the outside or digest the spiders that remain within deep within me. My Greying flesh is laced with cobwebs that catch the sobs I try to swallow.

I hear a distant scream. Fear slithers up my spine and hisses in my ear. Nervous glances flash to the the monster in the shadows-the one with human skin and a friendly smile. Panic crashes over me like waves broken over rocks.

The stench of sweat is nauseating-his body is built over my own like a wall. The very sound of his skin as it takes over me is enough to crave
a fucking knife through the ear.

"This isn't happening. I am not here. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, he'll leave me be......give him what he wants....maybe he won't hurt you this time"

It doesn't matter... nothing matters.

It will and did happen again and again with each incidence lasting a little longer, starting a little sooner, going a little farther.

I realize that the scream is trapped inside of me-echoing against the walls of my chest and rattling within my spider infested skull.

It never ends.




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