More writings when I was 17

eyes averted & bruised lips
she likes it better when it hurts
nails scathing a vulnerable back
relapse; she can't feel you.

you said i was nothing more than a dirty word
my shoulder blades are raw
you said i was nothing more than a dirty word
a dirty work of art.

she likes it better when you hurt
when you cry out with that static scream
makes her take you through the walls
the walls you pushed to me

nothing more than a dirty word
unattached, like the blank wall behind her
you said you'd turn my body into a work of art

though, my shoulder blades are raw.