my papier mâché heart, barely beating
Dom beats my drums up til dawn
gin-soaked, bruised, whimpering
Dom pumps fear into my systole
he's got some violent delights
he's made me his black cat rag (-time gal)
love how he's put me down time after time
i am his fine china dolly
arranged in any way he liked
come try, if you can, save me from his wrath
- he was better tomorrow, i promise
02.07.20
photo by Mitchell Luo